I write this on Selection Sunday – a Holy Day of Anticipation for members of my extended family. My youngest niece is helping my 91 year old father fill out his bracket. My soon-to-be nephew-in-law is pouring over the best science available that will ensure he does not repeat as Thanksgiving dishwasher (read: last place in our family tournament). My brother-in-law, aka The Commissioner, is practicing his lower-octave announcement skills and rewriting his annual State of the Tournament email we will all receive tomorrow. We will have two days to submit our brackets. The pressure rises each year. Now there are consolation prizes for best name. IJUSTWANTALLTHEDOGS! apparently has become ho-hum?

This is the first year in forever that I haven’t attended at least one of the games. I don’t fancy myself a huge basketball fan. But something strange happens in mid-March and I become a rabid fan of a handful of usually underdog teams. I’ve never won our family tournament -and to be honest, I’m not too disappointed. The rule is, if you win, you have to display a pretty ugly trophy in your house all year. But I would make the sacrifice, if only for the bragging rights.

This year, the Second Round games begin about the time The Commissioner walks his daughter down the aisle, to marry last year’s loser. By the time the dancing starts, there will undoubtedly be score-checking and ribbing. The groom-to-be has requested TVs on at the planned morning-after brunch.

You’d think we were serious about this. It’s Madness.

 

poems ©2024 Patricia J. Franz

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unpredictable –acrostic 1

 

useless
needless
passion
rivalries
expose
downfalls
irreverent
commissioner
trash-talks
arrogant
buzzer-beaters
love
every minute

unpredictable – acrostic 2

use a pencil, they say

never been a perfect bracket, but when

passion meets possibility, when

rivalries ignite

even the less-interested are

drawn in, distracted by dribble and defense, the

irreverence, the nonsense, the

constant texting

trash-talk, team names

anything goes, especially when

buzzer-beaters bring bragging – and ya gotta

love losers doing dishes

especially at Thanksgiving

It’s Poetry Friday!
My friend and Nevermore’s poetry partner, Rose Cappelli, is our host this weekend. Follow her at Imagine the Possibilities.

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