Sunday, September 8, 2019

Needles and Pins

Watching your fave
In the closest of matches
Feels like having an itch
With no way to make scratches.

You sit there on needles
And pins on your seat
Hoping that his opponent
Will suffer defeat.

The crowd starts to cheer
As the underdog inches
Much closer to winning;
They hope that he clinches.

Yet you cling to hope
With your stomach in knots.
If your fave doesn’t win
You believe you will plotz.*

The minutes tick by
And you can’t comprehend
That the match may not go
How you want it to end.

*to be overcome by strong emotion (Yiddish)

PS - My fave, Rafael Nadal, made my night by
winning the US Open Tennis tournament in 5 sets!

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