Sports are complex in that they are a way to escape our lives as well as a way to look at our lives in a clearer way. In the world of sports the line of victory and defeat is quite clear. There is no question of what team you are on or what position you play within the team. These things are not always clear in real life. Escaping to the world of sports is an opportunity to think about these questions in our own lives.
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Whats going through your mind when your running up the side, only 1 man to beat?
When he runs fast you'll run faster, can he take the heat?
Whats going through your mind when the X is open for the 40 yrd touchdown pass?
He catches the ball and you hope this moment will always last....
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As he walks you can hear the spurs on his boots
He walks on over and hops in the chute
then waits alone with the bull
until the moment when the date is pulled...
My good friend Tucker was killed in a car accident 4 days before we were supposed to start our junior year of highschool. He was a bull rider and this means alot to me.
The dribble of the basketball,
The swish of the net,
The squeaking of my shoes against
The wood floor,
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Thinking back through all the years
How swiftly they've passed by
I close my eyes and bite my lip
Try so hard not to cry...
Raise the door or just take off the cover,
there she sits just waiting for us to hover.
Our first glance we know she waits,...
As a bike rider I can relate to this, when you're out there with your mates it's hard to explain, the freedom you feel, and at peace with your mind.
When my thoughts are too heavy,
My feelings too numb,
When my heart is unsteady,
And the tears start to come,
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If you can get an equalizer with 10 men,
If you can take the shot and forget your pain,
not all you went through was in vain,
If you can use the ground to your advantage in the hard rain,...
One day my little boy of three
With great big smiling eyes
Said, "I'm going to play some football mom
With all the bigger guys!"...
I have built this machine with bleeding hands.
I have shaped it to slice the wind.
I have shined it with polish and sweat.
I have balanced it with feel
It's Friday night,
I've got a game
We play the Indians,
My best friend's team...
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