Rangers' Fan Memories

This season has been awesome for the Rangers! Although they didn't win the World Series, they are still my heroes. I'm so proud of the way they played, and this poem is just for them. Thanks Rangers for such a great year!!!

Rangers' Fan Memories

By: Amanda Sanders King

Through the chilliness of April and into the heat of summer,

There evolved a team in Texas that was unlike any other.

With a tight budget and hardly any money to spend,

Ron Washington put together a team that would depend

On each other to win no matter what the situation.

And win, they did with much elation.

“It‘s time” was their ultimate theme.

With anticipation of what the season would bring!

Speed and hitting was put to the test.

Pitching was at its all time best.

Then, Hicks went bankrupt in the court;

The Rangers are for sell was the report.

It came down to two who wanted to buy;

Greenburg and Nolan wouldn’t deny

Their passion to invest in the Rangers

No matter what might be the hidden danger.

The sale brought so many pleasure

For Nolan has been a beloved treasure.

Thirty some odd years Texans had waited;

The arrival of this owner was too belated.

Since the deal was finally done,

The players kept on playing and won!

Antlers and claws on everyone’s mind,

Team unity and happiness is what they would find.

With so many who had never believed;

The Rangers took over and finished the deed.

Beating the Angels for the title and Rays for the division,

The Yankees were looking to destroy their vision

Of the World Series that Texas had never seen.

So the Rangers shattered the Yankees dreams!

They did the unthinkable to get to the series,

Shooting down so many predictions and theories.

However, the World Series they would not win;

The Giants were greater than they’d ever been.

With tears on Rangers fans eyes and cheeks,

They would once again become lowly and meek.

Nothing is lost but much has been gained;

Some day the Rangers a world series will obtain.

Kinsler, Young, Andrus, Molina, Lewis and Lee,

Cruz , Moreland, Hunter, Hamilton, Wilson and Murphy,

Rangers’ fans give the claw and tip our hats to you ,

For all the awesome things that you do.

Thanks for making our year one to remember,

And giving us something to cheer about in November!

I have decided to make today the day to post this poem. It's my feelings of what it is truly like listening to Raider fans before and after they play the Horns. With a record of 45-13 against the Raiders, there's no doubt who's the best!!!

Longhorns Fan in Raiderland

By: Amanda Sanders King

I’m a Longhorns fan

Living in the middle of Raiderland.

Those Raiders get their guns up in the air

And Horns fans give them an evil glare.

It’s just not the sight we want to see.

They jump up and down with much glee.

What for? I haven’t got a clue,

I guess they have nothing better to do.

What’s up with all the throwing of tortillas?

They’re just wasting part of a good quesadilla.

We Horns fans always delight

When we hear “Texas Fight.”

It brings life into our eyes,

And you Raider fans just can’t deny

That the orange and white is your fear,

Cause more times than not we ruin your year.

Yeah, I know you’ve ruined some of ours, too.

But we don’t continue to dwell on it like you!

All I hear is "remember Crabtree’s touchdown,"

Like you think it’s going to bring me a frown.

Is that all you have on us?

Man, that’s not much to make us fuss.

So that’s really all I have to say,

And please take your guns and go away,

We will always be your biggest thorn,

And you will always wish you were as good as the Horns!!!

Well, it's been since April since I've written anything. Maybe now that football is in the air I will get motivated to do some more writing. This is my newest poem written today about football in Texas.

Football in Texas

By: Amanda Sanders King

When the night air begins to cool down,

And leaves on the trees start to turn brown.

That’s how you know that life has begun

For those who are glad that summer is done.

With the change of the seasons comes the thing

That makes Texans’ hearts start to sing.

The crisp air that brings in the fall

Is the same air that carries the sounds of football.

Fans wave the colors of their alma maters;

Players wear the pride of their fathers.

Cheerleaders jump, cheer and dance;

Bands play fight songs and victory chants.

Coaches are fired up with calling the plays,

In hopes of seeing the season last more days.

For if they set their minds to December,

They could win a title that all will remember.

A state championship is the goal for all teams,

But only a few see the reality of those dreams.

So for now the game’s played week by week

While winning is what each team will seek.

Rivalries and heroes will both be made

For the sake of the game that will be played.

If you want to see what Texas lives for,

Come and take a Friday night tour.

Drive through any town and look for the lights

That shine on those young faces so bright.

You can’t miss the place you need to be;

Cars and buses are parked as far as the eye can see.

Come in and enjoy the sights and sounds

At the game where the heart of a champion is found.

This is a poem that I wrote about people who refuse to want to change things in the church based on tradition. I've been told that the words "it's always been done that way," are the most hurtful words to a church body. So many times we let tradition get in the way of what the Bible really has to say. This poem describes how it makes me feel when I hear that phrase!

Out With the Old

By: Amanda Sanders King

Out with the old, in with the new,

Makes an old man want to spew.

They grip, complain, whine, and pout.

Some wonder what the fuss is all about.

“It’s always been done like that,” they say,

Without even taking time to think or pray.

Honestly, do you believe that phrase?

If so, you’re living in a foggy haze.

This world isn’t the same as it’s always been,

Come on now, we are no longer cave men!

We’ve now discovered there’s more to outer space.

And we know so much about the human race.

People no longer have to write and mail letters,

Because the computer lets us do it faster and better.

So you want to sulk about what might be new,

As you slouch and squirm in your back pew.

You cause so many people misery and pain.

Really and truly, what is it you want to gain?

If God had thought that things had to stay the same,

Then His dear blessed son would have never came.

A blood sacrifice of a lamb would still be enough,

But, He had a better plan that was very tough.

He made it easier for me and you,

So we wouldn't have to sacrifice animals, too!

Quit backbiting and stirring up things,

It’s really not worth the agony it brings.

So many times we rely on traditions,

Instead of what the scripture mentions.

The Bible, not doctrine, is what I stand for,

Now hush up, sit down; need I say more?

This winter has been one of the coldest ones I can remember. I don't like cold at all, so this hasn't been a fun season for me! The following poem was written as the snow was, once again, falling outside my window.

Away Winter, Away!

I'm so tired of all this cold.

In fact, it's getting really old.

Winter, you've brought much snow and ice,

And you haven't been all that nice.

The days pass by oh so slowly.

It makes me feel very lowly.

Clouds of gray fill the sky;

Looks like the dead of nigh.

Winter, you've turned me into a meany.

And, I won't be able to wear a bikini.

For you have made me so lazy and fat.

I feel like Charlotte the Web's rat.

Spring come fast and bring some heat.

For I want to feel like moving my feet.

Winter, leave and don't come back,

Or else I will give you a big smack.

You put me in such a mood,

That others are tired of me being so rude.

Enough of you and the cold you bring.

It's time for the sun and wonderful spring!

My Surgery

As many of you know, this past Monday I had surgery to correct a deviated septum and enlarged turbinate in my nose, and I had 1/2 inch of swollen tissue removed. The surgery went really good, and the doctor is optimistic that it will help with my breathing and sinus infection problem. Apparently, I've been living with this condition for sometime. I'm already feeling somewhat better. I can hear better, and I don't have drainage in my throat constantly. However, since late October, I have been having sinus infections over and over. It was really getting annoying, and I was going to the doctor more than I have ever been in my life. At one time, I thought I was going to go crazy! This is a poem I wrote after the doctor told me that I was going to have to have 3 consecutive Rocephin shots. If you've ever had one, you will never want three, as they are painful! So, I dedicate this poem to those of you who've had this similar problem!

Sinus Infections

I hate sinus infections! They really stink.

They mess with your mind and you can't think.

You go to the doctor day after day,

In hope that your pain will soon go away.

Antibiotics just make you sick all the more,

And steroids make you pace the floor.

You're so tired and no rest you'll find

You'll soon think you're losing your mind.

The fever rises as high as the sky;

Advil and Tylenol won't help. Oh my!

Then you must take Rocephin in your hip;

It hurts like heck as you bite your lip.

You want so badly to be happy,

But all you feel is really crappy.

Eventually the anger will come out,

And you'll scream, yell, and shout!

Someone please help me if you can.

Please come up with some other plan.

For this is not much fun, you see.

To feel like this is just not me!

"Mike Leach"

After the firing of Mike Leach, I can say that I had some mixed emotions. As most of you know, I am not a fan of Leach or Tech, but now I must admit that I feel a little sorry for Mike. I think he took a bad rap for something that may not have ever happened. Whatever the story, this poem kind of sums it up. I dedicate this poem to my sister, Abby, a true Tech fan!! Hope you enjoy whether you like Leach, Tech, or neither!

Mike Leach

Texas Tech fired Mike Leach

Turns out he wasn’t such a peach.

Some say he was the greatest coach they ever had.

While others, well Leach just made them really mad.

People think Leach dished out lots of abuse,

And some same James was just Tech’s excuse.

His mouth said things that were so cruel;

He wouldn’t give James a chair or stool.

We’ll never know the whole true story,

And Leach will never get Rose Bowl glory.

He may have not gotten what he deserved,

And he probably has good reason to be perturbed.

Thanks to those who made this decision

For they have caused a lot of division.

Those Raiders will suffer this coming year.

Many will frown and yell and not cheer.

True fans will stand behind their team

And not make fun or be rude or mean.

What will happen to Mike Leach?

Who knows, he might wind up lying on a beach.

With lots of pay-off money in his hands

And his toes stuck in the beautiful white sands.

Ode to Colt

This is a poem that I wrote about Colt McCoy after the Longhorns lost the national championship game. It was one of the first poems that I wrote, and now I'm in the process of trying to get it to him.

Ode to Colt

It pained me when you hurt your shoulder,
For I knew the game was probably over.
I bowed my head and began to pray.
"Dear Lord help them and don't delay.
Be with Colt and bring him back
So he can send Bama home to unpack."
The announcers announced the sad, sad news.
And I began to get the good ole blues.
Then a freshman named Gilbert came to play,
But after a short comeback it just wasn't his day.
I thought how could this be to lose like this,
It should have been a night full of cheer and bliss?
Then you stood before the camera,
To say that you were proud for Alabama.
The words you spoke brought a tear to my eye
As you said you would never ask God why.
There are so many who need to hear
Those beautiful words that came so clear.
God is the solid rock on which you stand,
And without him life would never be grand.
Although your team lost this game,
You still would honor his holy name.
Thanks for standing up for what is right,
Because you have truly won the fight.
You may not have a Heisman on your shelf,
But God comes first and not yourself.
Thanks for all that you have done,
And for putting God as your number one!