The very long car ride to East Minneapolis.
Where their blood runs deep with Maroon and Gold.
The roars of fans getting louder and louder as you get closer.
Entering in that gigantic old stadium.
Sitting in your seat waiting in anticipation for the game to start.
The crowd roars and the players come on the court.
Then you realize this is the home of Gophers Basketball.
Weston, I really like this poem. Everyone should read it.
ReplyDeleteGreat wording, I can see it in my mind and can feel the excitement.
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