Game 85

Round One - Game Three
CHI 113               MIL 106

Stacey: You might be able to get away with that on a Sunday afternoon, in a four o’clock gym league.

I was big
When I was little.

Five foot two in fifth grade--
Six foot two in eighth.

Pretty good at basketball--
Better than all of my friends.

And less afraid.

I was like Tigger--
Bouncing all over the place
Like a god damned lunatic.

A beast in the post, too.

Size,
Strength,
And touch.

Bigger,
Faster,
And Stronger.

It was fun as hell.

But then I got to High School
Where things are
All-the-way different.

Where the cliques
Are coded by color,
Divided by hair length,
And then filtered through history.

Where big means seven feet,
And fast means
something I’ll never quite
All-the-way understand.

I was
Clearly
Out of my league.

And had to go play
Rock-n-Roll

With the potheads
And the band geeks.