Ah, segerns sötma.
Vann mot Remmen i squash för första gången på tio veckor eller nåt sådant. Detta har ju inte gett mig någon hybris alls. Det föll sig helt naturligt att skriva en dikt om den stora dagen. Här kommer den.
The day the racquet caught fire
Showdown, Tuesday night
Centrecourt, stagefright
Through the storms of hell
Through the woes of each day
I took a breath and stood tall
Time to play some racquetball
Warm up, some doubts
Gametime, psychouts
Ten weeks of misery
Ten weeks of despair
With my back against the wall
I played my best racquetball
On top, flammable
Victorious, infallible
The gift of smashing
The gift of slicing
Skills increasing even faster
Within those four walls
I´m the master of disaster
The day the racquet caught fire
Showdown, Tuesday night
Centrecourt, stagefright
Through the storms of hell
Through the woes of each day
I took a breath and stood tall
Time to play some racquetball
Warm up, some doubts
Gametime, psychouts
Ten weeks of misery
Ten weeks of despair
With my back against the wall
I played my best racquetball
On top, flammable
Victorious, infallible
The gift of smashing
The gift of slicing
Skills increasing even faster
Within those four walls
I´m the master of disaster
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