The Click
Someone please tell me why
favortism is still running rampid
oh coach, oh coach
just play my kid
I don't make a lot of cash
I'm not the middle class
Your team is not going to win
Anything
They're just freshman, for petes sake
play them all equally
they all practice together
through the howling winds of change
through all the nasty weather
You were ahead fifty freaking points
yet you put back in the starting five
with only a few minutes to go
what were you thinking
that decision
so rude, sow low
there are more things in life
that trying to be impressive
with your coaching philosophy
it's ignorant thinking
as far as I can see
Most of all these starting five
whined that there teamates even got in
just as there parents
born without
sin
poem by Matt Mondschein
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Coney Island Baby
You know, man, when I was a young man in high school
You believe in or not I wanted to play football for the coach
And all those older guys
They said he was mean and cruel, but you know
Wanted to play football for the coach
They said I was to little too light weight to play line-backer
So I say Im playing right-end
Wanted to play football for the coach
cause, you know some day, man
You gotta stand up straight unless youre gonna fall
Then youre gone to die
And the straightest dude
I ever knew was standing right for me all the time
So I had to play football for the coach
And I wanted to play football for the coach
When youre all alone and lonely
In your midnight hour
And you find that your soul
Its been up for sale
And you begin to think bout
All the things that youve done
And you begin to hate
Just bout everything
But remember the princess who lived on the hill
Who loved you even though she knew you was wrong
And right now she just might come shining through
And the -
- glory of love, glory of love
Glory of love, just might come through
And all your two-bit friends
Have gone and ripped you off
Theyre talking behind your back saying, man
Youre never going to be no human being
And you start thinking again
bout all those things that youve done
And who it was and what it was
And all the different things you made every different scene
Ahhh, but remember that the city is a funny place
Something like a circus or a sewer
And just remember different people have peculiar tastes
And the -
- glory of love, the glory of love
The glory of love, might see you through
Yeah, but now, now
Glory of love, the glory of love
The glory of love, might see you through
Glory of love, ah, huh, huh, the glory of love
Glory of love, glory of love
Glory of love, now, glory of love, now
Glory of love, now, now, now, glory of love
Glory of love, give it to me now, glory of love see you through
Oh, my coney island baby, now
(Im a coney island baby, now)
Id like to send this one out for lou and rachel
And all the kids and p.s. 192
Coney island baby
Man, Id swear, Id give the whole thing up for you
song performed by by Lou Reed
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It's All About To Change
(Travis Tritt)
What made you think I'd let you
Go on treatin' me this way
What made you think I'd let you run me down
I have tried to keep my cool
But I will not play your fool
And it's all about to change starting now
Girl, if you had your way, I'd be crying everyday
Happiness it one thing you would not allow
I have listened to your lies, you can't say I haven't tried
But, it's all about to change starting now
I once believed you cared for me, boy, was I ever wrong
Still you made me love you I still don't know how
It's a game that I can't win but I'll be damned if I give in
'Cause it's all about to change starting now
Repeat Chorus
Yeah, it's all about to change starting now
song performed by by Travis Tritt
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For me, being a starter doesn't matter. Of course, I'd like to be in at the end of the game, to be a big part of the team, and to play as many minutes as I can play. But starting and coming off the bench are two different challenges.
I'm Thinking
The pen is gripped between my fingers.
The tension grows, an idea lingers,
And yet somehow it’s stuck.
I’m thinking, ‘just my luck’!
The pen is starting to want to play,
Upon the paper, and have its say.
And yet there’s no feedback.
I’m thinking, ‘I’m off track’!
The pen is tapping away frustrated,
The owner’s now infuriated.
And yet one shall still strive.
I’m thinking, ‘it must arrive’!
The pen is gyrating all about,
There’s something definite coming out.
And yet, a nervous time.
I’m thinking, ‘will it rhyme? ’,
The pen is slowing, and it will stop.
It’s done its writing and needs to flop.
And yet, this work of art,
I’m thinking, ‘is from the heart’!
The pen has finished its job and rests.
It has done well, its achieved its best.
And yet, it will do more,
I’m thinking. ‘That’s for sure’!
The pen - has run out of ink.
I think!
poem by Ernestine Northover
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I'm On The Football Team
Coach says I'm real good...Best kid in the neighbourhood.
Looks like I've got a future ahead of me.
Starting quarterback, number 13. Mom and Dad are so proud of me.
I'm down with the cool kids, oh yeah.
They know I'm cool, the chicks dig me, and it's okay.
I get replaced, but it's alright, 'cause they all know...I'm on the football team.
Na Na Na Na Na, Na Na Na Na Na, Na Na Na Na Na
I'm on the football team. (x2)
I'm getting chicks left and right. They're lined up for Saturday night.
Just to go down on me, oh yeah.
And when I walk down the hall, all of the nerds and geeks fall,
down on their knees and worship me.
They know I'm cool, the chicks dig me, and it's okay.
I get replaced, but it's alright, 'cause they all know...I'm on the football team.
Na Na Na Na Na, Na Na Na Na Na, Na Na Na Na Na
I'm on the football team. (x4)
Hey dad guess what!
What's that son?
I'm on the football team.
Well jimminy in the buckhole.
Na Na Na Na Na, Na Na Na Na Na, Na Na Na Na Na
I'm on the football team. (x4)
song performed by by All American Rejects
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But at some point, we've got to have disciplined play and have got to coach better. I'm not putting it on the players. We've got to coach them to tackle and block better. It's as simple as that. If we can do those things, we'll have a chance.
quote by Steve Spurrier
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Pom-pom Play Girl
Rah rah pom pom play girl
Pom pom play girl
(oooooo)
You see her in a short skirt down on the grass
Shes wonderin if the teams gonna run kick or pass
(chi chi bah oooooo)
Since she doesnt really know why shes wavin her hands
Shes a-thinking bout the boy sittin up in the stands
Rah rah pom pom play girl
Pom pom play girl
(chi chi bah)
Just a little social clique with the other song queens
With a freshman or a sophomore she wouldnt be seen
(chi chi bah oooooo)
Shes a doll and she knows it and she thinks that her face
Will get her any body any thing and any place
Rah rah pom pom play girl
Pom pom play girl
Oooooo
Chi chi bah
(oooooo)
Since shes the head cheerleader she dates the quarterback
And her best friends going out with the full back
(chi chi bah oooooo)
She might even run for an office this spring
And that ought to really make her telephone ring
Rah rah pom pom play girl
Pom pom play girl
(chi chi bah pom pom play girl)
Wooooo
(chi chi bah pom pom play girl)
Wooo
(chi chi bah pom pom play girl)
Shake it
(chi chi bah pom pom play girl)
Wave those pom poms all around
(chi chi bah pom pom play girl)
(chi chi bah pom pom play girl)
(chi chi bah pom pom play girl)
Wow
(chi chi bah pom pom play girl)
Wow
(chi chi bah pom pom play girl)
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Soccer: My Best Foot Too Far Forward
I have to go back a bit
To tell this story
Freshman year of college
PE classes were mandatory
Somehow each semester
You had to fit one in
To the burden of other classes
You had to carry gym
It was only for an hour
Twice or so a week
Cut too often and
You were up a creek
Hours in registration lines
No on-line to be on yet
Dennis and I checked our schedules
For an open slot that met
Friends for a long time
We were looking for a sport
We could both sign up for
Open field or indoor court
We both had jobs
That made it harder
Had to pay my own way
Parents provided room and board in the barter
We found a day and time
We figured we could meet
A sport we never tried
Soccer to teach us to use our feet
We got all signed up
Then headed to get some eats
'Hey Dennis said, 'Ya know
We're gona need some cleats.'
No clue of the need for shin-guards yet
We'd never seen a game before
Only rule we knew was no hands
Running and kicking was there more
We bought a book on how to play
Split the cost just bought one
Read it all before first class
We were ready to practice and run
That we did ran drills and hills
It's all he'd let us do
'Don't play to get in shape
Get in shape to play on my crew.'
Weeks went by and still no game
We didn't sign up for that
We kicked so many pratice balls
I was sure they'd all go flat
Then the day finally came
Pick sides to play and score
I asked for center forward
I was ready for war
Whistle blew I kicked the ball
As far and hard as I could
I mentioned I'd never seen a game
Coach screamed, 'Is your head made of wood? '
Instead of 'pitching it to a mate'
I played it the Americn way
He had me running extra hills
Before he'd again let me play
He figured the offside rule
Also didn' t register with me
I was now a fullback
'How you screw this up we'll see.'
Dennis tells this story
Like it was yesterday
Reminds me I hold the school record
Distance in a kick off to my dismay
poem by Tom J. Mariani
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Song For The Asking
Here is my song for the asking
Ask me and I will play
So sweetly, Ill make you smile
This is my tune for the taking
Take it, dont turn away
Ive been waiting all my life
Thinking it over Ive been sad
Thinking it over Id be more glad
To change my ways for the asking
Ask me I will play
All the love that I hold inside
song performed by by Simon & Garfunkel
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I think we're a deeper team, a better team, we still have work to do... nothing is guaranteed, but hopefully we got the mentality to play on the road, and we're starting to get our home thing back in order now-if we can do that we'll be just fine.
quote by Karl Malone
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I manage a team, for beach soccer. I'm the coach. Player, coach.
quote by Eric Cantona
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I think what coaching is all about, is taking players and analyzing there ability, put them in a position where they can excel within the framework of the team winning. And I hope that I've done that in my 33 years as a head coach.
Bhuddia Singh
A boy, four years’ of age, by mother sold,
Whose stamina was unusual for age;
Was discovered by a coach out in the cold,
And trained to be a marathon runner.
The coach paid back sum eight hundred rupees
And bought the boy back from the hawker old;
He gave him special food; reared him with love;
He exercised him so regularly!
He knew the boy could run a marathon!
He made him run long distances daily;
The boy had pace and breathing well-suited;
And soon he set a marathon record!
He entered ‘Limca Book of Records’ fast;
The tiny star had caught world attention;
They want to make a film about his life;
The human rights committee sent notice!
The boy was sent for a medical check-up;
He suffers much protein deficiency;
His kidneys could get damaged if he ran;
The doctors told him not to run for now.
He’d run sixty-five kilometers race!
May be, it was too much for his small age;
Nevertheless, a prodigy he turned;
He’ as the cynosure of all eyes in sports!
Is it exploitation of small children?
Is it an experiment by a coach?
More medical tests will show trauma done;
Kudos to boy: his coach and his great run!
The Indian lad could win Olympic gold;
He needs sponsors and special coaching care;
One can become great, born in sufferings!
The world shouldn’t ignore plight of all children.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-8-2006
poem by John Celes
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Water Prize
The girls varsity swimming team at Trinity High School in NYC has just completed an undefeated season and won the All-Ivy meet. This is dedicated to their excellent coach and team.
Water, water everywhere - but not the kind to drink;
the arid lands of Trinity sports forces one to think:
will we find the focus, so truly we can say,
'we give our all at every practice, every meet, on every day...'
Or are we disconnected and slightly out-of-sync?
On the stormy sea of swimming, an ardent coach supplies,
a simple set of precepts that to life and sports applies.
Hard work! performance! who can get the win? !
Focus on the present; forget the might-have-been.
And thus achieve the greatness, of capturing the Prize.
poem by Mark J. Schulte
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Kat II
Kat,
you know it feels wierd
seeing you for only a few minutes now
talking for only a second
i remember when we used to have hours together
talking about nothing and everything
i remember sitting on the bus listining to your ipod
singing along to our favourite songs
i can remember thinking,
God i hope this never ends
i remember playing guitar on the bus home from little school
we would play random songs just to look cool
I remember starting secondry school and thinking i'd never see you again
i guess that was kinda stupid
I can remember us being reuinited with ben
praying our joking and dancing could last forever
i guess it nearly did
i remember us falling out sometimes over nothing, and everything
sometimes laughing about it afterwards
i remember trying to set you up with ben
i guess that didnt turn out so well
Now i only see you round college with your friends
its like we've run out of escapes and hit a dead end
we'll pass each other and say hi then rush off again
i miss our little days
of fun, laughter and regret
if only i could have them back
but you know me
i wouldnt change anything you can bet
* For Kat, who i miss on a daily basis: P *
poem by Rachel BaByBeAr Anderson
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The Running Men
A running man he was,
that was the thing he was born to do,
th champion never quits and he never was,
back in the old days,
he was...but something change him,
A will from his mother,
A will that will tear him apart,
A will that will make his heart cries in pain,
if he did not follow.
As rhe time goes by,
he change little by little,
he had change to someone tremendously impressive,
A champion he was,
A great changes i think,
succeed to do something that non ordanary people can do,
to become a running man.
A running man he was,
but he did not run from his problem,
he never was,
he know not give up,
those word never exist in his life though,
although he had a rough time back then.
A running man,
someone that i would like to be and wish to be,
someday...
the preseverance will guide me,
to bring out the best in me,
To strive what i should get in life.
poem by Amir Naseem
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Brand New Day
How many of you people out there
Been hurt in some kind of love affair?
And how many times did you swear
That you'd never love again?
How many lonely, sleepless nights?
How many lies, how many fights?
And why would you want to
Put yourself through all of that again?
"Love is pain," I hear you say
Love has a cruel and bitter way of
Paying you back for all the faith you ever had in your brain
How could it be that what you need the most
Can leave you feeling just like a ghost?
You never want to feel so sad and lost again
One day you could be looking
Through an old book in rainy weather
You see a picture of her smiling at you
When you were still together
Or you could be walking down the street
And who should you chance to meet
But that same old smile you've been thinking of all day?
Why don't we turn the clock to zero, honey
I'll sell the stock, we'll spend all the money
We're starting up a brand new day
Turn the clock all the way back
I wonder if she'll take me back
I'm thinking in a brand new way
Turn the clock to zero, sister
You'll never know how much I missed her
I'm starting up a brand new day
Turn the clock to zero, boss
The river's wide, we'll swim across
We
song performed by by Police
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Coach Lou
Countless practices
Championship dreams
Takin' these youngsters
through mindfull extremes
The respect they have for you
A lesson learned well
Watching our little guys
Growing into young men
Often were thrown about
Into a lions den
At times
They did not listen
At the stop sign
Rounding third
What were they thinking?
Hell, we could'nt tell
For we parents
A word we often heard
Lest we forget
We will never regret
Your love for this game and
Our love for you
Coaching them well
Abner Doubledays' game
You coach Lou
Certainly
With no ballots
Are in our hall of fame
poem by Matt Mondschein
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Football Gladiators ~ Lyric Poetry
Gladiators of the numbered turf
Helmeted heads and padded limbs
22 soldiers on the field
No more, no less, at any time
All have stadiums they call their homes.
Swift of foot and quick of mind
A scoreboard keeps the points and time
Score points by one, two, three or six
By passes, runs, punts or kicks
Winning brings them glory.
Most mother's want their son's to play
When son's are born their father's start to say
Where and when their son will play
Parents eagerly await those cherished fall days
When Football is in season.
Upright goal posts at either end
Each team starts with their own direction
Weekly successes bring winning seasons
Sometimes the coaching can be the reason
The final scores tell the stories.
When January starts to draw near
The Championship games will soon be here
Fans are either elated or dismayed
To see if their teams get to play
and be this year's Gladiators in the Superbowl.
(January 23,2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
poem by Christine A Kysely
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Starting All Over Again
Starting all over again is gonna be rough, so rough
But were gonna make it
Starting all over as friends is gonna be rough, on us
But we gotta face it
We lost what we had
Thats why it hurt so bad
It set us back a thousand years
Were gonna make it up
Though its gonna be rough
To erase all the hurt and tears
Starting all over again is gonna be hard
But I pray that the love will help us make it
Starting all over again is gonna be slow
But we both know that we can make it
We gotta take life as it comes
And never worry about whos right or wrong
Its an uphill climb
To the finish line
Were gonna try to make it
One more time
Starting all over again is gonna be rough, so rough
But were gonna make it
Starting all over as friends is gonna be tough, on us
But we gotta face it
Starting all over again is gonna be hard
But I pray that the love will help us make it
Starting all over again is gonna be slow
We both know that were gonna make it
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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