March Madness Catapults us off the shelf No slice of life but life itself Baptism in fire Extinguishing ire Engendering glee Killing ennui Rekindling love for all the above
Ignore the scoops Because it’s hoops Hopes will narrow With the possession arrow We pick our pets And hedge our bets And hear all the racquet About all the brackets
But the bands play on Till the nets are gone It’s do or die Till the champions cry Yet we’re allowed To slip the crowd Having made our bones We can stand alone
For in this moment and for this while We have our own concept We have our own style We cheer for our teams We cheer for each other We console our losses Like sister and brother
It is our passion It is our call It is our connection This Basketball