Andrew Tse
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Superbowl Sunday


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






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