Paucity Produces Plenty of Play - a poem
The Outlook wasn’t brilliant for JV 1 that day,
Our team was missing players, only twelve arrived to play.
And then when Harry left for lax, and Ryan did the same.
A gloomy pall portending doom pervaded o’re the game.
We spread out wide upon the bus, many seats were left unused.
The coaches couldn’t hide their fears their hopes were much abused.
They thought, if only rain would fall, or snow might soon arrive.
Then they might skip the dreary mood upon their homeward drive.
But Taylor from our farm team came and volunteered his skills.
And Mikey, ever cheerful, brought humor to our ills.
The loud tunes from Jordan’s boom box brought hopes for better days.
“All I want for Christmas” and more, drove off our somber ways.
Michael Jung took our first shot, and in bafflement of all,
Lucas had three DKs and blew the stuffing from the ball.
We played Our game throughout the first and even worked with glee.
With vim and verve, we passed the ball; Big Red was held to three.
The second followed much the same: good passing and more tries.
The bench revolved in constant beat, we hustled and shadowed these guys.
Our Yiyi slowed each striker’s drive our Henry blocked each shot.
But in the end, of those minutes spent, our lack of goals became our lot.
The boys played well. Today we meet Holderness for the second time this year. We will be on Pope Field at 2:00.
My thanks (or apology) to Ernest Lawrence Thayer and his poem Casey at the Bat.
