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Dadgumitrefereeism

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



Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2011


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Game Day

Mighty Ducks win the game
Pass the ball perfect the play
There's so much riding on your fame
Men clad in armor win the day

The crowds are grumbling they've all gone wild
The stripes bad call has hardened your trial
Yard by yard your penalties mass
But you'll take the lead with a touchdown pass

86 yards with a kick return 
Your rival now should show concern 
We love your power your drive your speed
The beer the bets the company

Football Game day 
Phones be texting
Tailgate fun scores projecting 
Simple fun that's life affecting

It's more than manly testosterone 
That compels us to the game
It's teamwork pride the thrill of the fight
How the underdog pushed and overcame 

Sports and competition have always been a way of life 
Revealing the mighty but also the contrite
Teaching lessons of brotherhood
More victory together than alone we ever could 

So when we gather scream and shout 
Seemingly insane over a meaningless thing
Remember this on Game Day proud
When from the rest of life we simply check out

Is it really so bad to drink too much 
With Oregon's O displayed 
Colored faces worshiping the Duck
When they fumble we yell O  F_ _ _ 

Be it victory or cruel defeat
There's more to this than meets the eye
It's about families, lovers and the best of friends
Gathering to play to laugh and to cry

Game Day for the Oregon Duck
Of our team we're so damn proud
As a fan have you made the cut
Or resigned to just miss out 








Copyright © Sarai Virden | Year Posted 2013


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Stripes

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.


Copyright © Dorothea Smith | Year Posted 2014


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Mind versus brains

Once having it fun it crawls back from the shell,
Making decisions a true living hell.
'For every action there is a reaction's,
Always here to take away satisfaction.

Had enough beer, right time to find a dame, 
One singing on stage seems to not know my name.
Seems nice enough for adventure tonight,
Her accent ain't fine, but the face looks alright. 

Now stop, hold on, take a breath and listen.
It's time for a break and for some revision.
Don't pick on her looks or the way that she talks,
You're no perfect man and you have your own faults.

Once having it fun it crawls back from the shell,
Making decisions a true living hell.
'For every action there is a reaction's,
Always here to take away satisfaction.

I can't believe this witch brags with such pride.
Talking like she has achieved something in life.
Can't she comprehend I just want to get laid,
Not how much for her trips her parents have paid.

Assumptions, presumptions, insane expectations.
Every idea you express is absurdly fallacious.
Why take an issue with her self-esteem?
Maybe to travel is her personal dream?

Once having it fun it crawls back from the shell,
Making decisions a true living hell.
'For every action there is a reaction's,
Always here to take away satisfaction.

Remember the darling I've been with and ditched,
Because love made you unable to think?
Now you're complaining about me being rude?
You know what brain? I dislike your attitude.

Now you're blaming me for once dropping the ball,
Using it to justify every bad call.
Who am I kidding, she's waving her keys,
Cuddle her gently and do what you please.


Copyright © Simonas Spindulinskas | Year Posted 2017


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Galaxy in Seeds

Outside the city where the pomegranates grow
I take down one and give it a throw
the impact caused the seeds to burst
that's how I know, even fruit, they hurt

See this town is cold, but this town is new
this idea in my head, I have no clue
Emotion lies in everything, even in blue
but in the fruit I threw, I never knew

It screamed, it cried, not knowing why
it bleeds, it tries, I spy
to piece back together, it can't reconnect
and now it's me that feels guilty, just perfect

Something so simple, something so small
had a heartbeat, now against the wall
and I stand before you, only two feet tall
a black eye in tow for my bad call

Outside the city where the pomegranates grow
tears liter the ground, a galaxy in low
I trade pain for pain, blow for blow
I shattered one world, they bring life to my own


Copyright © Crow thepoet | Year Posted 2016


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Bad Call

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!


Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2012


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Discarding Care For Rough Mashandling

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.


Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016


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AFTERTHOUGHTS



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


Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2016


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Mom sorry

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


Copyright © cory long | Year Posted 2011


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Jim

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.


Copyright © Alfred Berggren | Year Posted 2017


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GIVE OTHER A CHANCE

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


Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Year Posted 2013


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Can You Guess

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.



Copyright © Bette Bavington | Year Posted 2018