Sports Poetry: UCLA vs. USC Football
Tickets upwards of 80 dollars
Yea no thanks I’ll give the media team a holler
Field pass? Press box? What do ya need?
Anything works I’m not here to plead
Checked with UCLA says you haven’t covered a game
Wanted to save our resources for the rivalry inked in the hall of fame
Check in at Gate 14 and you’ll get your pass
Sure, sounds good to me I’ll see you on the grass
Botta bing botta boom we are locked and loaded
Let’s get out to the coliseum where I’m bound to get bloated
Sauce on down with an Uber driver telling me all about the honeys
Mert is that you? Funny how these things work when all I did was spend some money
Dropped and plopped onto frat row where the people and police are running the street
Waves of similarity and bodies moshed in sig chi pounding heads to the beat
Oh hey hello ohhhh beautiful to see you
One familiar face can change the entire way you feel in a place that is new
Off to the Kesem space filled with Vroom Vroom, Questlove, and brew strapped Phil
Keep on movin and groovin the atmosphere itself is an absolute thrill
Freshness in the flesh my eyes tell my brain
Oh hellooooo there what gets you up in the morning what is your name
Off to the game, fans lining the path to the home of the dream
Why pick sides, SC, UCLA, whoever, go team!
My cornbread people picnic like lovely doves perched in a field of glistening flowers
It’s Scott’s birthday, let’s celebrate, talk, slow down, just enjoy these beautiful hours
Beers are being tossed and shared as the culture cannot be replicated for anything other
It’s football baby, have a dog, some chips, a drink, oh and have you met my mother?
Into the stadium I waltz with a bit of buzzin body and mind
This game could be rough if we get too far behind
Bruins trailing most of the game and then it got a bit out of hand
SC’s Slovis throwing for over 500 yards, now that’s a lot of land
The marching bands now that’s where the real entertainment starts
Not only do you watch with open eyes and ears, but with open hearts
There are no ads or whistles to stop in these beautiful waves of musical flow across the field
Focus and listen, demanded of you, distraction not present, as the sounds take down your shield
Felt the comeback cookin in the 3rd but the Bruin defense couldn’t get a stop
As DTR watched on the sideline feeling helpless as the Trojan lead keeps growing when all he wants to do is chop
Final whistle blows and SC gets the win
Back to Westwood with the first number in our record staying quite thin
But hey it’s all good fun and communal at the ol space of game
For it’s the atmosphere and culture that truly matters even if those you meet don’t remember your name
No need to leave this love and acceptance at the gate
Let’s liiiiive and breathe together in all movements, there’s no need to wait