Like Mike
There has grown a sports tradition,
On the west side of Chi-town.
Where a theam that played at Roundball,
Had taken man a crown.
From the parquet floor of Boston,
To the Hive down Charlotte way.
Then there's the Garden in New York,
And the Twin City dome where the Timberwolves play.
In these and other cities,
Fans often watched in awe.
As their teams were thrown into the Bull Pen,
And came out sore and raw.
Whille in Chicago the press hailed them,
As "Raging Bulls" or "Jordanaires".
As in their wake of victories,
Were left nothing but wide eyed stares.
The cast changed over those years,
But the results were still the same.
For at the center of that exciting team,
One man led them to win the game.
He left an impression on this country,
From the oldest fan to the youngest tyke.
His example of winning with excellence,
Made us all, "Want to be Like Mike".
Copyright © Daniel Cwiak | Year Posted 2010
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