Hopeless

By Stuart Shea

Every day a rollercoaster–
Hope, despair, hope, despair.
Why do I bother to care?!?

If we win and they lose, it’s six games back.
Let’s go, men!
Who’s that #54 in the pen?
Is he gonna use that guy AGAIN?

I can’t believe we dropped that ball
On the warning track.
Now we’ll be seven games back.

We have to win no matter what
To have a chance…
And make that upcoming four-game set
Mean something more
Than just fan appreciation weekend
Sponsored by the electronics store.


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