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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
When playing basketball
being tall is best it's thought
but that's not all
wearing saggy baggy shorts on the court
needs keen hand-eye coordination
plus being fleet of foot
and have no quibble with dunk or dribble
if through the hoop a Wilson you wish to put.
As for American football
boring from the sideline I find
it's more talk less action
namby-pamby as opposed to rugby
which is wilder less calmer
and without all the body armour
now there's a game with some traction.
America's pastime baseball
is another matter
whether pitcher or batter
with Rawlings or Slugger
when on the mound I have found
unlike soccer or rugger
before a ball the hurler throws
and the pitch is hit or caught with a mitt
first rearrange the private parts in public
twitch the cap and then spit.
The roar of the crowd fills the air
The whistle blows, my heart pumping
Bucket for Bucket, foul for foul
A free shot soon to be coming
A needed break for the fans and players
As the game comes to a pause
The team devises their next move
A new perfect plan without flaws
A tense feeling overtakes the room
As the game is nearing a close
As every viewer is on the edge of their seat
A team’s grit and clutch begin to show
The end of a tied game, the tension rises
One chance and one shot each team owns
The suspense, sharp in this one moment
As both team’s fate still unknown
As the ball drops through the net
The crowd arises in loud cheers
One team is left with joy and victory
While the other is left in sorrowing tears
Love is everything,
A game, a passion, a dream.
Basketball, my greatest love,
So tiring, but so much fun.
Though I cannot play today,
An injury keeps me away.
Jumper’s knee, it makes me wait,
Oh, what a shame, but I still won’t hate.
The pain, the cramps, the hard work too,
But it’s worth it for what I do.
This game is part of who I am,
It lifts me up when I feel down.
My love for you will never fade,
Basketball, you’ve made me brave.
You’ll always be my favorite game,
Forever I’ll love you the same.
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
I watched a little basketball
To cheer the U.S.A.,
Though it’s a sport I’d never follow
Any other day.
I also caught some swimmers
Wit their strokes in perfect form,
Racing in their lanes in record time,
As if that were the norm.
Now I’m waiting for the gymnasts,
With their super-human feats,
Hoping when the golds are given,
There might be a few repeats.
The Olympics gives us glimpses
Into how, when one’s obsessed,
That results in a performance
Leaving everyone impressed.
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.
You don’t know me
You did not know me then
I watched you from afar
You knew not where or when
I turned up at your practice
I saw you through the gate
You stood behind the free-throw line
You did not hesitate
I even watched you on the diamond
As you swung your mighty bat
I perched high in the bleachers
In heat and rain I sat
When you scored the winning touchdown
I faithfully cheered and yelled
My would-be high school lover
For you my young heart swelled
And now we both are ancient
Alas, I missed my chance
If only I had spoken up
To claim a sweet romance
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
The afternoon was clear and hot
Bad weather to do games of sport
Definitely of any sort
But this was the only chance I got
I boldly took my spot
Thoughtless of the man I am not
Wounds now clot
Breath now short
And like a thunder bolt
I let it float with volt
Swishing as it feels every knot
Tomorrow will thank me for this shot