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Curveballs Tangled in a Fence
(NaPoWriMo Challenge: April 20, 2017)
My headquarters are full of tennis *****, basketballs and boxing gloves, figuratively speaking. Literally there are only golf *****
in the bureaus of CEOs. Maybe a horse.
Field offices are loathe to make apologies or analogies
while they’re swinging for the fences. But I had a boss once
who was known for his sucker punch.
I took it on the chin until I threw in the towel.
It was par for the course but he was sidelined for it,
ultimately thrown out of the game. His biggest insult
was asking me if I knew what a football looked like.
At the worst of it, I had a famous football player
in my corner. He literally ran interference during play.
I was dancing in the end zone.
But the sticky wicket was my choice to be an office caddy
in the first place instead of a canto girl.
Where did I drop the ball, not keep my eye on the ball?
Was I lightweight at the turnover?
Grandstand hollers are definitely in my wheelhouse,
my proverbial slam dunk. I can throw my hat in the ring,
square off and go the distance.
I’ve had my years of first down bad plays.
I’ve learned some lessons of the game.
There is no such seventh inning, there is no homestretch.
Everything is under the wire but the wire itself.
You are the only ringer to the winner and the loser.
I keep throwing myself out there like a Hail Mary
which is why I’m evermore a ball in their court.
Napowrimo 2017: Write a poem incorporating the jargon of a game.
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