1/16/19

Under The Equator


Down under, under the Equater, the heat rises off the court.  The players are suffering through.  This season shall begin.

The older and decorated.  Gushed over, respected, feared.  For good reason.  They have accomplished.  Some will break.

The younger and intimidated.  Ignored, overlooked, punked.  Anonymous.  But not for long.  Soon, the racquet will turn.

Commentators with their thoughts.  Former players who know.  The physical toil.  The psychological toll.  Memories of glory.

Down under, under the Equater, the lines don't lie.  Roars of exertions, screams of effort, groans.  Intentional intensity. 

Linked Out

  Gonna get linked in. Gonna get sucked in. Gonna get rubbed in. Him and his loaded friends. Wanna get linked out. Pull his junk out. Nobody...