It’s like walking up the down staircase.
It’s like flipping a coin, heads or tails.
It’s like living in the calm center
between wild elation and deep despair.
It’s like hitching your wagon to a star,
and watching it slog along within the speed limit.
I do not want a middle-of-the-road life.
I want my fandom on the precipice of passion,
with winning or losing not mattering much,
(though winning is probably better).
I want to scream with delight
at the appearance of a winning streak.
I want to wail in misery
at the appearance of a losing one.
I will not be lulled into
the ordinariness of a routine pop fly.
Come on guys,
choose one direction or the other.
Let me feel alive again.
THE POETRY OF THE GAME