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Check the bassline out, uh-huh

One good paragraph today. Where is my Nobel? My Oscar? My Captain, O Captain. Is that the soundtrack to Chariots of Fire I hear in the background? Oh, the sweet feet of young, gorgeous Englishmen. I need a shower. I need a brace for my back. I need a teeth cleaning, someone to pull the burrs from my back. This writing is whack. The world is burning and tap tap tap. More valleys than peaks, more praying mantises and saddle shoes. When the balls goes crack. Keep your head down. Don’t try to kill it. Don’t get cocky. Follow through. 

More bad sports metaphors welcome! 

 

 

23 Responses

  1. It’s a sticky wicket and def not cricket but I’m batting for India and we’re on day twelve and I’ve lost track of the innings . . .

  2. * It’s not whether you win or lose but how you play the game. (which is crap, btw)
    *There’s no I in TEAM

    That’s all I’ve got.

  3. Speaking of sports, I often remind myself of that line from Bull Durham: “Don’t think, just throw”.

  4. “Play it as it lays.”

  5. Welp.

    I don’t think we ought to be “down for the count,” much less “out for the count.” We don’t need to “drop the ball,” either. Juggle damn it. (that’s not one, it just sounded right when I thought of it.) It’s about “coming down to the wire,” folks, making it to the finish line. Are we on the “back stretch” or just “out of the gate?” No matter, we’ve got to “go the distance,” and some of us are going to win this thing, “hands down.” while some of us may be dealt “low blows,” or even, God forbid, a “knock-out.” That’s how it feels, like they’re a bunch of “Monday morning quarterbacks,” giving us the ole, “sucker punch,” just when we thought we had it “by a nose.” Nope. Not even close.

  6. When my writing’s feeling bogged down & tight I remember what the owner told Secretariat’s jockey before the Belmont:

    “Let him run, Ronny. Just let him run.”

  7. Make the sign of the cross while saying, “Spectacles, testicles, watch, and wallet.”

  8. Clearly you’re not giving 110%

  9. The game isn’t over until it’s over.

  10. Balls to the wall.

  11. No holds barrred, my friends

  12. you’ll be wanting to get those burrs out before you put on that brace

  13. Shelley, Keats and Bronte…poets gone before they turned 30,
    one glance at the work they left behind reminds you
    life is all about the verse you pack in every breath!…rest is futile exercise of
    inhale and exhale..find the rhythm, spread those wings and capture the poetry in ‘the now’!

  14. It was nothin’ but net as she rounded second headed for a touchdown,
    making it all love. Her elbow was a write off, but still, it was one for the books.

    • My apologies for that. Silly and off the mark, my comment was a Hail Mary when the play needed a bullet.

  15. Never up, never in. I think that’s about putting.

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