Playoffs Poem by Roger Mallory

PLAYOFFS

34 teams have entered this man made hell
but ther will only be 1 that rings that championship bell
after round 1 there will only be 16 left of the 34 that began
nows the time to play your best
or you will quietly fade like all the rest
after round two 8 more teams have been sent packin
while 8 more keep on tracken
if your lucky enough to still be in it
you've begin to wonder will we win it
now its the quarterfinals and the road gets rougher
with each passen minute the competion gets tougher
the 8 that are left keep on striving
knowing only 4 can keep on surviving
with only 4 teams left 2 of them will stumble
the dream of a championship for 2 of them will crumble
now ther are only 2 teams left to fight
only 1 will leave with a gold ball that night
all your hard work and practice helped you pass the test
for 15 weeks you were the best