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I read the dismal stats at season’s end.
Our rival’s captain holds the cup in hand.
And now the thought that maybe I should spend
My weekends playing croquet with my friends,
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Or learning how to crochet with my friends.
Each year these disappointments without end
Make this frustrated fist out of my hand.
To balance books we’ll have to sell to spend.