Normally I Hate Sports Poem by Michael Philips

Normally I Hate Sports

Rating: 4.8


Don’t ask me how I am here
standing next to the pro quarterback
as he lofts one down the practice field.
There should be a vapor trail on that one
as it descends into the next county
with smart bomb accuracy
and almost makes you believe in sanctity,
or better yet, romance.

I’d forgotten how nothing else matters
in the moments after your first kiss.
I turn.
He’s over there looking at a clipboard.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Original Unknown Girl 11 October 2006

tantalising! makes me want to know more....... excellent write here! HG: -)

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John Kay 11 October 2006

Michael...very original way of looking at a pass. Take care, John

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Lori Boulard 26 November 2006

Oh so perfect, and funny because it is so accurate. Pleasure as always to read you!

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M S 18 October 2006

mind works in mysterious ways, doesn't it? Very nice

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Jonni Ohhh 15 October 2006

Touchdown! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

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Michael Shepherd 11 October 2006

and you hit one out of the ground onto the paper wagon there...

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Scarlett Treat 11 October 2006

In my dream, I was the shadow of a quarterback...I became him!

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