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Week #5
THE ATHLETE'S TALE The Athlete�s Prologue When all sat down, about ready to feast, The host looked at the huge, enormous beast. When the giant sat, about to be fed, The host sought him in interest, and said, "Athlete, do you have a story to tell, About glory, fame, and victory bells? Winners, champions, and dynasties too, With great superstars that are brave and true. Tell us, oh great athlete, noble in mind, What story lies ahead, what will we find?" The athlete was enraged, and stared at him, Stood up, and sat down, then offered a grin. Put his feet up to be done for the day, Closed his eyes, then opened his mouth to say, "So you want to hear about true athletes? Who always win and can never be beat? I have such a story, about true champs, That work all day long in practice and camps. But talent determines the best, you say, When the best is not decided that way. What good is a flute with no one to play, What then? What now? Have you nothing to say? Talent belongs to all that respire, Only athletes posses the desire. So now, without any further ado, A story about those noble and true. The Athlete�s Tale Two athletes in Stanford became roommates, Not knowing what was in store in their fates. They both received athletic scholarships, In sports that, at the time, were very hip. One was talented in the sport football, And the other in the sport of baseball. They were very good in the sports they play, But their winning spirit went a long way. They were good friends while they were together, But like all things, nothing lasts forever. Then it was time for them to graduate, Hoping to find what was left in their fate. Now it was time for the major league draft, Time to create their professional craft. One got to play football up in the sky. In fact, the stadium was a mile high. The other one was a seventh round pick, And played baseball by the bay at the stick. Both of the athletes began with success, But they were still average, more or less. Both of them played in Championship games, Neither of them won or received honor and fame. Superbowl experience was eerie, But better than not in the World Series. One continued to struggle in Denver, Seemed like the hardships would last forever. The other athlete moved from team to team, And would never win, or so it would seem. Even though they were stuck in these tough times, Their desire to win flourished and shined. Finally, one made it to the Series, Invited his friend to impress and please, Was rewarded with a championship, A feet to end the difficult hardships. After, one made it to the Superbowl, In hopes that he too will fulfill his soul, Also invited his friend to the game. As a result, for him, was the same. But, alas, there was a big drawback here. All this was at the end of their careers. Little have been where they ended up at, One can�t help but be touched, and tip your hat. But others with talent waste it away, By not playing for fun, but for their pay. They do not care the outcome, win or lose. They just want to be paid the price they choose. Even when they lose, sadden they are not, Because they still get paid, which is a lot. Does talent make Champions still, you say? Even though these two have come a long way? They might not have talent enough for you, But what they have is their desire to. The desire to obtain victory, To be a true Champ, this feeling is key. For hardships, like all things, are just a test, To determine who really is the best. |