...made his son wear 5lb plates
under his thigh pads
so he was "heavy" enough to play.
...shimmied way up that tree
barehanded.
...ran us 6 sprints after
we couldn't see the painted yard lines
and then got mad,
if we stopped too short.
...had calves shaped like
jelly beans that were the size
of a baby antelope's head.
...told us to wear a piece of tape
on our left index finger
on game day,
to make sure we were listening to what he said.
...would allow us to guzzle water
in more than ample amounts
so that someone would throw up
by the end of practice.
...reminded me of
Mr. Miyagi
If Mr. Miyagi was a pop warner football coach.
...probably still smells like grass
and old footballs.
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I think you've found an approach that works for you. These personal, narrative-driven poems show your investment in your material, and that makes the language seem motivated.
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