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Tim
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0 posted 1999-11-15 10:52 PM


The tip-off was impending, a ninth-grade j.v. game,
The stands were nearly empty, 'cause only parents came,
The home team dressed in cardinal red, the visitors in white,
In this Dad's mind, impending doom, foresaw a real long night.

The visitors had yet to win, the home team yet to lose,
If I were but a drinking man, I'd find a shot of booze,
The ball was tossed, the game commenced, the crowd let out a roar,
Before the game was seconds old, the home team first did score.

Half-time came, the game a rout, twenty-eight to four,
The home team with the visitors, was mopping up the floor,
The game resumed, the second half, my daughter had the ball,
Dribbled cross the center line, silence filled the hall.

I rose to yell in booming voice, you have them running scared!!!
Players, coaches and the refs, looked up at me and stared,
I'd like to say the tide was turned, the comeback of all times,
I'm sad to say the final score, fifty-four to nine.

A long ride home that fateful night, as daughter she did pout,
From j.v. games I was retired, father Tim he had struck out.


[This message has been edited by Tim (edited 11-16-1999).]

© Copyright 1999 Tim - All Rights Reserved
Denise
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1 posted 1999-11-15 10:58 PM


Tim!! Welcome back!! How have you been? Great poem, of course! I love it!

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Sally S.
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2 posted 1999-11-15 11:41 PM


awwwwww, DAD!!!! Geez!! LOL
Great poem, Tim.

hoot_owl_rn
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3 posted 1999-11-16 09:42 AM


Chin up dad, there's always next game
Ohme
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4 posted 1999-11-16 10:28 AM


Tim, this reminds me of the way I felt when son first began to play amature hockey.

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5 posted 1999-11-16 10:31 AM


Tim,
Well done enjoyed the poem.

Tim
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6 posted 1999-11-16 08:00 PM


Thank you all. Actually I was allowed to attend games, I was just under strict orders to keep my mouth shut.
Andrew Scott
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7 posted 1999-11-16 08:05 PM


A well told story, Tim. Thanks for sharing.
Nan
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8 posted 1999-11-16 08:23 PM


LOL - If it's any consolation, they get over it - and then - They even learn to stand up and shout with ya.....
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9 posted 1999-11-16 08:45 PM


You scored from the free-throw line with this one, Dad ! Congrats. This mother of four can sure relate to those days when we tried to convince them of the old adage ... 'It's not whether you win or lose, but how you play the game that counts!'
They rolled their eyes and shook their heads at our, obviously, over-stated exuberance at the loss.
Nice job, Tim.

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