Referees getting paid to guess
They always miss the mess
I jump to block, they callin’ net
This always makes me so upset
One bad call makes us lose the game
The refs are always the one to blame
My coach yelling out loud
It sounds like a thundering cloud
The other team enjoying their time
We going to get them back sometime
Coming home filled with sadness
I wish they could get rid of this madness
your life wasn't easy
I was nine that morning
your battered face
you said you ran into
a clothesline pole
but it was a tank
the same one I ran into
when you took us away
I should have been
angry at him, not you
you gave your children a life
sacrificed everything
yet I never
not even now
fully realized
what a strong, courageous
and loving woman
my mom....
I'm trying
I hold onto the memory
of that time a bad call
at the very last second
cost me
a fiercly contested
wrestling match
you knew
it was more
than that disappointment
grinding me down
sitting there on my bed
despondent
on the cliff's edge
staring down into a sea of
disillusionment
you came
sat beside me
and told me you understood
how discouraged I was
but that when you watched me
you saw a man fighting a battle
and it made you proud
and it made me cry
god it made me cry
WHY YOU COACH?
You will have one Parent that is unhappy.
You will get a bad call from an umpire.
Your pitcher may be having a bad day.
Your batter may be scared to get hit by a pitch.
You will play a team better than yours.
But this is not why you coach.
You coach because, you want to see improvements.
You coach because, you want everyone to have fun.
You coach because, you want everyone to play as a team.
You coach because, you’ve been there and you want to give back what you learned.
You coach because, you want to pass down your experience of excellent coaching.
You coach because, you love the game.
You coach because, it’s not about you.
It’s about them!
They want us to play ball
The referee made a bad call
They cheat for the other team
They repeat the same scheme
The NBA wants to see us play
But won't listen to what we say
Without us there would
Be no winning
That's how it was
Set up from the beginning
Since MJ
It's still happening today
They want us to play ball
But the referee made a bad call
Players stand tall
Don't fall
We support you all
Home! Home!
Is where I'd rather be.
Deep in the inner parts of the earth is where
You will find me.
I am a magical fellow who is about five inches
Tall
Moving through solid earth as if it were nothing
At all.
As far as predicting the weather I've never
Made a bad call.
One more thing. I can smell way better than
Any thing that can see.
They say it must have some thing to do with my
Chromosomes.
Did you guess what I am? Aw! Shucks folks. I
Am a Gnome.
A new basketball player in the gym
Was at once by all dubbed Very Tall Jim.
Give him the ball,
Very bad call,
Dribbling in Jim hit his head on the rim.
Observe gripe show crafty plot here:
A pungent steal glazes sweet mask;
Feel unease flow in awkward cheer;
Throw then false deal as burden tasks,
Expect fake mood most strange yet sour;
React in shock to blind brain freeze,
Touch hollow good in such false hours;
Hurl lock and stock in caustic squeeze,
Opt for lame peace in wrong attire;
Use vile cunning to tie vain hope,
Glimpse mad unease in burning fire;
Hurts fund feasting in broken scope;
Tease and taunt cheer and hurl your gall,
Swift justice here will right bad call.
Leon Enriquez
18 February 2016
Singapore
Long saps, slow puncturing or massive drinking
the person within is lifted high above the one without
landing on a shared state of the present and the non existent
as feelings are wrapped into one ball of excitement.
Consciousness then tamed by this joke.
Morals may even find solace to get company
from sincerity and inspiration.
Searching an unknown part of the sufferer and tapping from its crude
but it’s also a risky venture to give inner demons a bad call.
A wake from oblivion,
the eyes are cleaned by truth’s water
to realize this acute satisfaction
is just a microchip in a motherboard of sorrows.
What is taken with two fingers has taken control of the body’s entirety.
Care from loved ones is discarded
to accept mishandling from substances of cruelty
but what aches the most
is the result of a bright future
which is now covered in a masquerade costume.
Oh child! Rise from this terrible fall
or else one more soul will be registered missing.
They both wear black and white,
Sport’s fans will see some tonight,
As one type skates on frozen water,
The other keeps a herd in order.
The man can get caught up in media hype,
Each has the same angle of stripe,
Only one has them down to the toes,
And tries to out run the foes.
Seeing far away is their asset,
Always watching out for a threat,
While the other kind may need to hide,
Making some calls they seem crossed-eyed.
A zebra is born looking like this,
All the while, hoping their enemy will miss,
Linesmen and refs are known to make a bad call,
In the end, it could be a team’s down fall.
if theyer other race
difference face
won't to help
except
don't blame all
for a bad call
get a new dance
GIVE OTHER CHANCE
I know the umpire made a judgment decision.
However, he needs something to help his vision.
The ball hit to the outfield was ruled a catch and an out.
However, what everyone else saw left room for doubt.
The replay shows the ball hit the ground first.
Ruling a catch and an out had to be the worst.
I went out to that umpire with plenty to say.
He would not listen, and told me to go away.
For arguing, I got myself thrown out of the game.
It was truly a trap of the ball and a shame.
I shall take my case to the league for an appeal.
How could he make such a call? Come on, get real!
I was 16 and he was 21.
It was a one night thing,
And was done in the spur of the moment,
I was drinking a little he was not.
I was late and he decided to run.
I was left telling my parents alone.
While he ran around some more,
What was I to do?
I was searching for the courage to tell someone.
I was scared and just another teenage statistic.
How did I get myself into this awful mess?
Now I need to make a life changing decision.
I can't even drive. Man I'm screwed this time.
Do I abort the baby now while it is an egg?
I know I can't give it the future it deserves.
Do I keep the baby and own up to my mistakes?
A lot of people find the courage within them selves to stay around.
I am 16 and made one bad call, now I must pay for the rest of my life
No matter what I decide.
Mom dad I made a mistake,
I am sorry!
Don't be mad!
It wasn't meant to happen like this.
I am pregnant and don't know what to do?
Mom I need you!
As her parents replied we will get by.
"Teenage pregnancy" contest
In 2000, the total number of teen pregnancies in the United States was 821,810 (84
pregnancies per 1,000 people) Pregnancy Info.net
Football coach Bobby Bowden was never one to cuss
But refs make mistakes and coaches have a right to fuss
“St. Bowden” as he was lovingly called by players
Instilled moral values and hushed all the naysayers
He’d not take God’s name in vain, so he coined dadgumit
It became his trademark, might appear in his obit
If a ref made a bad call, he’d race onto the field
Never said God d*** it, when the ref’s call he appealed
"Dadgumitrefereeism" got his point across
The refs would shy away because Bobby was the boss
Sometimes calls were overturned since Bobby was revered
Short and stout in stature, but the refs still shook in fear
The “Saint” played with God on his side and the refs knew it
Dadgumitrefereeism didn't bother God a bit
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