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At halftime, see the ‘Red Panda’ perform
NBA fans to her do swarm
Way up on top of that crazy unicycle
cool as a cucumber packed in an icicle
Flipping bowls, cups and saucers from her feet
to the top of her pretty head
Smile and laugh your troubles away
your ‘I’m- out-in-public’ inhibitions shed
The ‘Beautiful People’ of today
play for the NBA
30+ indicted for point-fixing
just yesterday
Mafia-invaded
their ‘defenses’ penetrated ~
Courts of law have the final say
Can composure somehow be taught
pre-packaged ‘poise lessons’ bought
Can’t say I ever gave it a thought
‘til I watched a WNBA 'game'
~ I mean, onslaught
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WNBA = Women's National Basketball
Association
Trump Derangement Syndrome
and Hoya Paranoia*
Both reside in Washington D.C.
both designed to annoy ya
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*The Georgetown University basketball
team's nickname is 'the Hoyas.' The
team is known for its 'annoying,' but
effective, full-court pressure defense.
Other teams became paranoid about
dribbling the ball against them. Hence,
'Hoya Paranoia.'
WNBA’s on track to lose $50 million this year
mostly because its veteran players feared
Kaitlin Clark, a white rookie’s who’s cisgender
They treated her rough, thought she was tender
but tough as nails, she’s showed them all
White girls with boyfriends know how to play ball
When you hitch your wagon to a new star
you best make sure she’s up to par
For if she fails, your wagon’s unhitched
WNBA's 'bright college star' ~
already heading straight for the ditch
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In case you're not sure, the 'star' I refer
to is none other than the vastly overrated
Caitlin Clark -- a college star, who (I pre-
dict) will flame out in the WNBA.
Basketball's considered a 'contact sport'
Football is a 'sport of collision'
Hunting animals 'for sport'
~ purely derision
He called me 'Kike'
I called him 'Wop'
At two-on-two basketball
We two were tops
No pair could beat us
in the whole city
We'd be expelled now for bigotry
What a doggone pity
In the state of Iowa girls basketball is the biggest sport.
Bigger than golf, football, baseball or any other that you’d sort.
We are basketball players before we settle down, an Amazon wife said.
And sometimes a player afterwards, said her son, Leland Lee Ted.
His mama scoffs at his reply, she beats him at horse after school.
Never letting up a bit, winning is the girls’ basketball creed and rule.
Husband will not play her, he has seen her tough it out since she was ten.
The one thing that she insists on doing is always taking the big win.
They were in disagreement about the basketball foul line.
Soon yelling and screaming, boys numbering eight or nine.
Some of them ran off, but two became rebelliously loud.
Sportsmanship tested, said their fathers, feeling proud.
Mister Gilbert Arenas tweeted that 'no one will care'
if Nikola Jokic, two-time NBA MVP at 24, becomes the heir
to players like Michael Jordan, who played with some flair
'Jokic's not cool enough,' says this Mr. Gilbert Arenas
Well then, Mr. NO MVP OR TITLE EVER WON ~
You can just go and stroke your pen...(al thing) for us
Moonlight ,shining through the window pane
The silence that slowly drives you insane
Wind flowing through the trees
Talking softy to the summer breeze
Sounds out in the night
become loneliest when you turn out the light
Oh no what's that sound
One eye open as you look around
Imagination has come unwound
Shadows that are dancing across the floor.
Maybe mom should of closed the closet door
What's that something running through my wall
I'd jump and run but id just up and fall
but I'd get away if only I could walk
Cant tell you I've yet learned to talk
It's all this night
time dreary
That during the day I'm so weary
Can't call out your name
Your not to blame
when I need you I have to cry
Just thought id tell you why
Come on baby .we have taken it slow
My hearts ready to go
The odds were beat
We took the heat
Its with you i wish to be
Have a little trust in me
And one day you will find
Babe id never leave you behind
Don`t let things of the past
Keep you from a love meant to last
fear it is also in in my heart
but i knew it was you from the start
cant promise it will always be grand
but i want you to understand
my best ill always try
never to make you cry
ill be your love ill be your friend
ill be beside you till the end
As madness takes hold,
the valiant will stand.
They've only one goal,
must win to advance.
Go bold or go home.
Take matters in hand.
Seal the deal closed.
Become National Champ's.
Treasured strands of rope.
Welcome To the Big Dance.
It was a back-door deal.
ran through the lane.
Dish pass to low post
A Bunny Wins the game.
Sister Jean, a national treasure
burst on the scene five years ago
her Loyola Ramblers took the NCAAs by storm
and Sister Jean's quiet life was transformed
Now it's five years later
Loyola's going nowhere fast
But our fascination with Jean
has yet to pass ...
Interviewed last week at 103
She'd heard of a gal age 114
Faced her audience squarely and insisted
"Now that's just too darn old to be!"