Final Seconds

Mar 23, 2008 - 20:32 PM PST

I'm sorry this is so lame, but I love this one game that we played in basketball and I thought I would share some of it to you in a poetic form that we were forced to do in Language Arts...ENJOY!! (or at least try to)


Once upon a midnight crazy, eyes go blurry, all is hazy
Over many a struggle from shooting, rebounding so we can score
While we wish, wholly wanting, suddenly there came a taunting
It was some one screaming, screaming at us with such a distinct roar
“Tis only jealousy,” I joked, jealousy of our winning score
So we shall rack up some more

See, I remember it was the final game of weary October
And each Pattengil player prolonged to crush us even more
Eagerly, I hoped to win, this would require power within
Deep into our souls, souls of our sweaty bodies, we wished to outscore
Determination and desire surpass the pain, we hear the roar
One point down, now we must score

And the brown, rough exterior of the ball finally comes to reach
Stirs our crowd to a loud uproar, this loud noise like never before
So that now, sounds snowball to screams, screams cheer us on for the great win
Tis now or never we must score; from now on it is declared war!
Hearts pounding, the basketball goes soaring through the air, six five four
Swoosh, in goes the ball, we score

Now all is said and done, we played our best, with out a doubt we won
By far beaten and bruised much more than before, our bodies are so sore
But the fact is, though it is over, it will forever rest in our hearts
And so it will be remembered, remembered through many a lore
Through this whole time we fought strong and number 43, nevermore
Can I underscore, anymore?