The Main Event

The Gregory Gym I sat on the steps Of the hallowed hall Of battles long ‘go, Barred locked from entry, The sounds . . . Screams and squeaking shoes, A final buzzer, A winner . . . loser, At least as per score, Echo in mem’ry. One by one Some alone Some with child, They stop, They turn, They look, And sigh, The sounds . . . Screams and squeaking shoes, A final buzzer, A winner . . . loser, At least as per score, Echo in mem’ry. It was glory then, Moment win or lose, For they were the few, Who honored this floor: From all Texas towns; ‘Twas main event for many, And sadly most were too young, Too overwhelmed, Too concerned for game at hand, To even know; Screams and squeaking shoes, A final buzzer, A winner . . . loser, At least as per score, Echo in mem’ry.

BWL

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