The ball kissed off the glass,
Catching rim, sliding past
The nylon net that swooshed and swung
But—the basketball—it hung
In the air with our breath,
Sat between life and death.
The Milwaukee Bucks slunk away
To point the scope to cops today.
Sports
7.23.20 – Washington Football Team
Cheer! Cheer!
For the Washington Football Team!
Is it a lion, a tiger,
Or even a bear?
No! It’s a Football Team!
The fiercest in the jungle and sea!
Their cleats come a stompin’
And they growl through their teeth
All will fear
The Washington Football Team!
4.24.20 – Drafting Up Dreams
Last night
A group of boys
Younger than me (oy vey)
Were granted a chance
At fulfilling their dreams—
They are just kids.
A Joe from Ohio,
A coupl’a Buckeyes,
A.T. from GA,
A Hawaiian and Herbert
Round out the top six.
A number of ball catchers,
Swatters, and snappers
Came off the board from teams
Making their picks.
There was much Love
To be found in the first round of the NFL Draft.
BUT NOT A SINGLE BADGER!
Makes me furious…
4.3.20 – It Survives!
Four hours
Of pure testosterone
Lighting up an empty arena
Muscles ricocheting off the ropes
Into other leather wrapped muscles
Essentially
Competitive hugging.
WrestleMania lives on!
4.2.20 – Patriot Planes
Fences fall,
Bridges span
When alien enemies
Invade our land.
N95 masks
Are shields to many
And Robert Kraft
Supplied them in plenty.
3.26.20 – Opening Day
Today would’ve been Opening Day
At Miller (but not at Fenway).
The world stops when baseball’s not played.
Today would’ve been Opening Day.
Today would’ve been off for the Bucks.
But now everyday’s off and it sucks.
Antetokounmpo’s beginning to rust.
Today would’ve been off for the Bucks.
Soccer.
The NFL’s in their offseason,
But that is not a good reason
To not cry and not show my feelings.
The NFL’s in their offseason.
Today was not Opening Day.
It was a day of loss and of pain.
Spring will never be the same.
Today was not Opening Day.
This Is Just to Say 