Twas the Night of Districts

Twas the night of districts when all through the school

Every creature was stirring; no one was calm or cool.

The Banners were hung on the ceiling with care

In hopes that a new banner would soon be there.

The players were confident with nothing to dread

While the coaches ran strategy and plays through their head.

And the fans began to cheer and to clap

And the coach settled down with the clipboard in his lap.

When out on the court there rose such a clatter

I sprang from my seat to see what was the matter.

Away to the court I flew like a flash

Pushed over the mascot who fell with a crash.

The scoreboard with its lights all-aglow

Gave a luster of noontime to objects below.

When what ot my wondering eyes should appear?

But a seven foot giant with name of Lambeer.

Plus the other team had a little point guard, so lively and quick

I new that moment my team would go down quick.

More rapid than eagles the rest of their team came

The ref blew the whistle, and the opposing coach called their names.

Now Shooter, now Trey, now Forward, and Dishen,

Play ball, Cutter, Wing , Blocker, and Dunksen!

To the top of the key, from wall to wall,

Now, run, pass, and shoot the ball!

As dry leaves that before the wild hurrican fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.

So down the court both teams they flew,

With a mind full of pride and a bunch of heart too.

And then in a twinkling of an eye, our team they scored

The opponent's fans simply were floored.

As I drew in my head, my heart turned around

One of our players got another rebound.

Our team meant business from their head to there feet

They would not let tonight be tarneshed with defeat.

The giant again was called going over the back,

Our team was dominating like a hungry wolf pack.

Their eyes - how they twinkled; our fans were merry

Their guard turned it over with another ball carry.

Their coach's droll little mouth was drqwn up like a bow,

And the hair on his head turned white as snow.

The play board marker was held tight in his teeth

And the steam from his body encircled his head like a wreath.

He had a mad face and a furious look

He could tell that his team was a little shook.

Our coach was excited like a right jolly old elf.

And I smiled when I saw him in spite of myself.

A wink of his eye and a twist of head,

Soon gave me to kow our team had nothing to dread.

During time-outs, he went straight to his board

And called out plays, the team was in one a chord.

And placing his hands around his face,

Calling to the players, keep up the pace!

He sprang to his feet with the blow of the final whistle

And away our team flew to center court like the down on a thistle.

And we heard the announcer exclaim at the end of the night

You are District Champions; You put up the Best Fight!