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fish, football, funeral, girl, golf, good night, goodbye,
I lost you that day
when it was
of your face
r o l l e d away.
football, humor, sports,
We're angry! What sports fan can blame us?
There hasn't been one loss for Jameis
But off-the-field ruckus
Makes sportscasters muck us
Once famous, now Jameis just shames us
*Written about former FSU quarterback Jameis Winston's run ins with the law.
courage, dark, death, fear, football, history, people, sports, stress,
The ancient Maya had a game
They called Tut to Tut
A game like soccer
but the ball but the ball
would be passed by the thigh
and not the foot.
They played with a latex rubber ball
that some claim contained a human skull
But what ever you think about the game
it was never dull.
Two teams would play before a temple
On a strip of green
the object of the game
to pass the ball through a hoop made of stone
the Winners were victorious
but for the losers
it wasn't so nice
because they'd chop their heads of
and make them a sacrifice.
Glad I wasn't a coach
beats soccer any day.
''Any one for a game of Tut to Tut''?
Don't all shout at once.
death, dedication, football,
He played football with the Detroit Lions in the NFL.
In the seventies, this man became an actor as well.
Less than a week ago, his fans had bad luck.
We lost the man who was nicknamed the Mad Duck.
He played in the NFL on and off for twelve years.
People loved to see him play, that much is clear.
He began starring in Webster in 1983.
Playing football and acting was his destiny.
(Dedicated to Alex Karras who died October 10, 2012.)
angel, appreciation, celebrity, death, football,
A man with a vision and ambition to spare,
Which had made him successful, a self-made billionaire.
And he bought our small club and he fulfilled our dreams,
Bringing memories unheard of for our football team.
He taught us to be fearless and gave us back our pride,
And he showed us that fat cats are still good men inside.
And though he's been taken his legacy will live on,
In our chairman 'Top' Aiyawatt, his beloved son.
And up there in heaven you'll still find our Vichai,
In his executive cloud box, way up in the sky.
Rest in Peace Boss
IN MEMORY OF SAHAR KHODAYARI
It is called Esteghlal,
It was the club of her heart
Sahar wanted to support it,
In a stadium of Tehran.
Only men could enter
For her club to support.
Sahar dared to get in
She defied the law.
Not being a man, but a woman
Prevented her from seeing her club playing.
She ended up in custody,
Until the bail, she could pay.
She was taken to Court
Where a sentence was given.
She preferred to commit suicide
Than accepting the Court conviction.
As the Blue girl became known
And like that will be remembered.
For the Iranian women,
The football doors,
Will not be closed again.
Raul Máximo da Silva