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You want me to wear logos in my hair and purchase the matching scarf? A billboard for sale at the human scale Sporting your brand Oh, what a larf! Go Team Go! Print on a throw For the low price of fifty-four dollars I'd rather be happy not buying your sappy stuff that you sport on your collars you tell me to buy because i'll look fly and fill up my closet with swagger Believe when I say not one single day I'll fall to the dance of your dagger!
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Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 4:47 PM UTC
The Official Poem of the NFL
I got dumped on by a blue jay While out sitting in my yard The fact that I'm a Tigers fan Made the bombing rather hard I do not like the red birds I mean, the team can't pitch or hit But, I'm sure that if I pick on them One will fly by me and **** The Orioles, I do not like I guess you've got the scoop If I pick on them as well One will fly by me and **** There's a ball team down in Mexico The parrots, to them I'll tip my cap Because you know, if I 'dis them One will fly overhead and crap There are other teams named after birds I don't know them all...do you? So, I will let them off the hook In case one comes by to pooh!
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May 28, 2017
May 28, 2017 at 9:57 AM UTC
Baseball birds
Five for fighting hands to the face personal foul player disgrace Illegal contact leap in the fray willful head shot leg astray Encroachment defense mouth guard out roughing the passer back field bout Grounding the pigskin mis-aligned horse collar tackle clip from behind Knee on knee offside end unnecessary roughness too many men Gross misconduct poke in the eye hooking the shooter sticks up high Match ejection over the top face off folly penalty shot Unsportsmanlike conduct chopping the block slew foot infraction hammer lock Stick to the head kick in the crotch **** end jab adhering the watch Slashing the d-man spearing the wing running the keeper back checking Intentional grounding stoppage in play punching and hacking delay of the game Striking the ref aggressor in fight obstructing the line out ear in a bite Loss of downs hands in the ruck pinching and boarding illegal upchuck Rules of the battle by the bye pushing the limits with a wink of an eye
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May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 9:24 PM UTC
The Sin Bin
Quiet are the fields with ghosts from pennants past the aces and cutters set idly away from the maple spread fall soft sounds of Sunday (chilling on the boneyard) telling tales of validated stars and wheel house legends the rally cap sluggers with mahogany eyes Mustard colors in floating mists give a hallowed glow to sublime skies scattered walkers trip to the hole their spit buckets and spigots pressed loosely into pure life form bikers and loners and curious coffee goers mill about the horn whispering numbers from an old Keelman heaving Alley lookers and Mendoza lines screachers, bleachers from years gone by dancing fingers and cracks at the bat moonshots (from the big time Timmy Jim) the 9th inning gunner with sinker and slider and imposing brush back ballz the game day citizen and dugout warrior who lit it all up in Rockwell fame
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Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 11:28 PM UTC
Painting the black