The big day is here The Super bowl is near Pats versus the Seahawks Hopefully this year we would have some luck
Making wings with mom Reading up on the game Articles assuring me That this contest wouldn’t be lame
Big money on the line And even more my teams pride As Brady took the field The fans applause didn’t yield
On the board first Family and friends are hyped Seahawks with a quick answer Russell Wilson escaping tackles like a dancer
It’s halftime and everyone is getting snacks But my brother’s eyes are fixed on Katy Perry’s rack The fans hoot and whistle and even the dogs bark When they see Katy escorted by two sharks
Back to the game it’s time get back into the mix Sitting on the couch full from wings and mozzarella sticks Exchanging score after score the game was up in the air Brady to Lafell, Edelman, Gronk; the GOAT didn’t even care
Thought to be the final drive Marshawn Lynch making the offense thrive Pete Carroll makes a horrible call Thanks to the win Tom is certainly going to the hall
Thank you, Seahawks for that great win Feel deflated? You’ve committed a sin Beast mode in the backfield and a chance to score Instead we can now go on our victory tour.
The Chip
Game starts, nervous as hell Trying to block out the noise but it rings like a bell Championship Sunday down at camp Trying to make on last mark with my boys like a stamp
We win the tip, jump out to a lead The kids around us roaring like stampede First quarter ends, we’re up by thirteen A few more baskets and we’re making a scene
All of a sudden I feel a sharp pain Took a knee to the thigh and I thought I was going insane I couldn’t walk at all for a couple of minutes But I knew that I had to make sure this game was finished
As I limped on to the court I felt a rush As my shots splashed in like a toilet’s flush But they were creeping back, eating away at our edge We just needed to get over this ledge
We go into half time battered and bruised What ever happened to this game being on cruise? Control the ball we could not, our shots rimming out This is exactly what team basketball isn’t about
Going into the last quarter down by three We knew we had to go on a scoring spree Playing on that court between the oak trees With the whole camp nervous, buzzing like bees
Playing like we have never before We made it hell for the defense to score Our ball movement perfect, our trapping on point I could no longer feel the burning pain in my joints
Drilled the last free throws and watching their last shot fall short It was pure madness as all the kids stormed the court Dropping 21 points a game throughout the whole tourney I knew it would never repeat this incredible journey
The last summer at camp was one to remember I only come back and visit every December The chip was ours, and ours to stay Calhoun Basketball, all day every day
