Today's prompt is to write a poem that incorporates a sports of your choice... Meh, I I can see the potential for metaphors, but this is all I could manage today:
Game of Life
No home runs in my field of dreams,
no 40 loves to measure by,
no surprise birdies or holes-in-one,
slamdunks or hat-tricks,
full strikes or finish lines.
Yes, I've always been
bad at sports. At best, a sideline spectator
cheering someone else on.
No sweat and glory victory, no losing
or rush and flush of taking part.