Journey through the anger
That boils under the skin
When in the last few seconds
With the game on the line
The Hail Mary shot is taken
The foul is flagrant
But no whistle is blown
No call is made
The game is lost
The refs are blind
But what can you do?
Isn't that just like life?
It gives you the chance to win
Then takes it away at the last minute
Leaving you to die
Or to get up and fight again
Will you wilt away
Just because the Ref
Makes a bad call?
Copied from my "Darker Blue Notebook".
Written after viewing Game 3 of the 2001 NBA Finals.