Playing Along with the Pro
He
shoots, he scores;
We
rise out of our seats,
Hoot,
cheer, and stomp floors
In
appreciation of his feats.
He
shoots, he misses;
We
groan and moan galore,
Booes,
catcalls, and hisses
In
that heckling roar.
He
wins, we pay
To
ride upon his shoulders.
His
glory, ours today;
Our
team, the title holders.
He
loses, we pay
To
ride upon his back.
His
defeat, we say,
Is
only his own lack.
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