“Welcome back to Day 12 of the SOL challenge.
If you are just joining us,
The Way I See It continues to struggle with execution
She appears out-matched,
“I agree, Betsy.
I’m not sure she has what it takes to post in the big leagues.
She will need a miracle to pull this one out!”
I box-out the play-by-play commentary
and pivot to the screen before me.
My rhythm is all off.
I grasp for the perfect phrasing,
but the lines sail through my hands like a ghost ball.
I fumble on my words.
And trip on cliches.
My extended metaphors
I defend in the zone.
All passive voice.
My sentences are a double dribble.
Coach screams: Re-dun-dan-cy!
Autocorrect flashes red warnings.
Technical fouls amass.
Mental fatigue causes indecision,
and I throw the draft out of bounds.
Half time feels like days away.
There are no timeouts remaining
or substitutions allowed.
Traveling is called:
I’m three paragraphs in
with no meaning to show for it.
I post up on the keys,
positioning to publish.
Rehearsing past literary moves.
Readying to take my fadeaway shot.
With two seconds to spare,
I release a buzzer beater,
a perfect story arc.
It is all spin,
and short of the goal.
I lower my laptop screen
just as the crowd
begins their chant,
A I R B A L L …