I Feel It

October 8, 2010
I feel it. Something. Something in the air.
Was it the pungent odor of the
Down all of our faces?
Squeaking of our shoes on a freshly mopped court?

Maybe. Maybe not.
Crowd cheering, coach screaming, ‘Move it, get back, get back—shoot it. NOW’
Barely hear myself
There’s that feeling again-- still don’t know what the heck it is.
As we run up
And down, and down and up trying to keep up with coaches’ demands
I tried to decipher this feeling.
Just.Won’t.Leave.Me. Alone.
Not even for one quarter, concentrate.
one wish. I wish…
I knew what this feeling was.

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proudgrandpa said...
Jan. 4, 2011 at 8:07 pm
This is awesome insight for a young athlete. 
ConStPats said...
Nov. 12, 2010 at 8:33 am
good poem, but who is engineer7?
ConnorM. replied...
Nov. 17, 2010 at 6:58 pm

oh cool


ConnorM. replied...
Nov. 17, 2010 at 6:59 pm
oh cool                
engineer7 said...
Nov. 6, 2010 at 11:42 am


That was amazing!! Ifeel like I was back in full contact sports.

You sure know how to express emotion on paper!!

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