Legacy
Rolling hills
with no back drop
Blood, sweat, tears,
red and wet faces
“Dad—” I mean, “Coach
I can’t do it”
“Boy yes you can,
fuck it, push through it”
Applebee’s after a
ticket to Rupp arena
Regional championships,
the pedestal stepped
Immortals, town legends,
and memories to be forgotten
Another net inside my pocket,
but we all cleaned out our locker
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So fast it goes, how glorious the memories and how well you put it all together for us.
Much love!
Playing in at Rupp Arena in the Sweet Sixteen is a Kentucky boy’s dream.
Nicely done!
thank you!