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American Underdog

American Underdog

my dad

was big

on sports

he loved it all

I can see him now

jumping around

in his red pajamas

yelling at the TV

Go! Go! Go! Go!

jabbing the remote in the air

he’d get all worked up

over a touchdown

and laugh like a little kid

if it turned out

he didn’t miss a detail

or a call

or a play

or a look

he was all in

knew the stats

the style of the coaches

their history

how they recruit

think he loved the heart

you gotta have

to play full-out

other than sports

he was big

on movies

he’d read every single

credit line

rolling

and listen to the very

last note

to the ending song

and think about the story

long afterwards

if he was alive

on Christmas Day

Dec. 25, 2021,

he’d be sitting in the theatre

with a big tub of popcorn

a super-size drink

a bunch of candy (he smuggled in)

and a grin from ear-to-ear

barely able to contain

his excitement

over this new movie

he’s been dying to see

save me a seat, Dad

I’ll be there

soon as I can get away

don’t eat all the sno-caps!

TL

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