Have you ever been left?
I know it’s hard to leave, but it’s nothing like being left.
It’s like you’re playing third base and the pitcher picks up the ball and goes home. Like you’re the quarterback, waiting for a hike, but there’s no ball.
You’re ready to give it your all, you’re still in the game, but there is no game.
The game's off when you're at your peak, at your height, at your crescendo.
When the battle breaks against you and the crowd forgets to cheer,
When the Anvil Chorus echoes with the essence of a jeer;
When the knockers start their panning in the knocker’s nimble way,
With a rap for all your errors and a josh upon your play.
There is one quick answer ready that will nail them on the wing;
There is one reply forthcoming that will wipe away the sting;
There is one elastic come-back that will hold them, as it should,
Make good.
No matter where you finish in the mix-up or the row,
There are those among the rabble who will pan you anyhow;
But the entry who is sticking and delivering the stuff,
Can listen to the yapping as he giggles up his cuff;
The loafer has no come-back and the quitter no reply,
When the Anvil Chorus echoes, as it will, against the sky;
But there’s one quick answer ready that will wrap them in a hood,
Make good.
- Grantland Rice
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