The Race Is On
The race is on, the goal is set;
Opponents come out swinging.
We’re all prepared to feel the buzz
This competition’s bringing.
Right now there is no way to know
Which one will end up winning.
The final days seem far away;
It’s only the beginning.
The papers fill with background tales;
Reporters give opinions.
The spotlight follows all their moves,
Surrounded by their minions.
Each vows to serve the best he can
And when results are tallied,
We’ll look back at the game to see
Which one had better rallied.
Of course, I’ve chosen who I want;
My fingers, crossed, I’m hopin’
That Roger Federer will win
The current U.S. Open!
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