It's More Than A Game

WHEN CHAMPIONS ARE MADE

 

Its' the dead of winter

It's January, February, and March

That;s when it counts,

Where you become faster and stronger

This is when dedication turns to starting time

 

THE SUMMER TIME HEAT

 

Temperatures reaching close to triple digits

It's the grueling back to back sprints

The players finish, kneeling down,

hunched over, puke spewing out

That's where your toughness shows 

 

TWO-A-DAYS

 

The early morning wake ups

The sun over the horizon coming through houses

Play after play players dont stop

Lunch in a cold room, so refreshing

Part two in the hot mid-day sun

A whistle blows,

The scuffle of feet sprinting

You dont whine, and you dont complain

You do it to get better.

 

WHY AMERICA LOVES FRIDAY NIGHTS AND YOU HATE SATURDAY MORNINGS

 

Dusk is upon them, game day lights on

The fresh cut grass, and game day paints aroma fills the air

A new season filled with hope

It's facing adversity, and winning

An Earned "W" with bruises all over cuts on the hands

Dealing with the pain of rolling out of bed for film in the morning

Week after week doing the same thing

 

WHERE IT COUNTS

 

 It's one and done week in and week out

Five wins to glory and one loss to shame

When waking up early on Saturday is a good thing

It's a short 157 mile trip to Champaign Illinois.

 

A POINT SHORT

 

This is why you did all these workouts

But all hope is gone as the last second ticks

A teardrop falls from ones eyes in sadness

Its all over now their final game of their career

A crushing end to it all, but I'M thankful,

Thankful that I'm a better person than I used to be.

 

 

 

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