(During March, I am blogging daily as a part of the Slice of Life Story Challenge!) Special thanks to the hosts of the Slice of Life Challenge: Stacey, Tara, Dana, Betsy, Anna and Beth. More Slice of Life posts can be found at Two Writing Teachers .
Five pumpkin pushers
A tournament bracket
Forty minutes on the clock.
And it’s one of the “First Four”
Where the team
Has to play its way into the NCAA Tournament.
Held to two points
In the first half.
Second leading scorer
In the history of the university.
Second only to his father
Must come alive
During the second half.
Down the floor
Down the floor
Who will win?
Winner advances to Raleigh.
New Day Today
Grapplers in the wings
NCAA today in Oklahoma
Winners all ten
Ready and primed
Time to shine!
A new day!
Might have beens and could have beens erased,
163 days til the gridiron opens . . . .
The sports cycle continues!
This is insanely cool! I first wondered what you were doing starting about pumpkins but then march madness is the thread thing it together? Genius. Great slice! Glad I stopped by!
Thanks so much!
I did not want my title to be “March Madness” and I am not really a basketball fan, as collegiate football and wrestling are MAJOR passions of mine. Non-round-ballers are not kind about “pumpkins!”
Woah…this was wonderful to read, Fran – and I don’t care for basketball!
I am bothered by the “line spacing” on Word Press but I was drafting much of it while watching the game so I really liked it “still” this morning!
I am not a huge basketball fan either! But I respect hard work and perseverance!
When my boys were at home, our lives revolved around football season. After that came basketball season, which started the Monday after football ended. And then track! I really miss those days! And I love your poem.
I remember those high school days! Remembering in advance to check for the right shoes for the sport (always growing) and no sports store locally!
I am having lots of fun trying out more poetry this month!
think I get swept up in the drama of it. The highs and lows are a huge part that you capture in your poem. It’s kinda soap opera-ish when we are observers. When it is our own, it just breaks your heart because it breaks theirs.
It is kinda “soap opera-ish when we are observers!” The drama does build during the event!
It is such a big part of their lives that it is so crushing!
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