Wednesday, September 11, 2019

Mack & Sam




(Forgive me, Townes)


Living on the edge my friend
Is gonna haunt your aching dreams.
But you keep on keeping on
Till your breath is hard as kerosene.
Mack B was not the only son,
But the favorite one it seemed;
As the fan base began to cry
When Mack left for a brand new team.

All the pundits say,
Carolina had seen its best day.
UNC's a hoops and soccer school:
Football's just a trunk of woes.
Why did UNC let
Mack slip away?
Out of blindness I suppose.

Sam wasn't alive
For Mack's first UNC run.
But he trusted
What Mack had done;
And when the time was right
Sam chose the Heels.
Can't fathom how he feels.

Two games in,
And both were grinners.
Lots of chicken, lots of dinners.
Sinners to saints,
Losers to winners.

Tell me again
How Mack's too old;
A lie as stale
As it is cold.
Here's one that's right on the nose:

Mack is back
And he must have known
All along that Sam's the Man.
No big shock, don't you suppose?

The poets tell how Miami fell;
Now they're staying in a cheap hotel.
Kenan's quiet, the Canes are cold.
So the story ends we're told.
UNC has answered prayers, it's true;
Those boys did what Mack said to do.

All the pundits say
They knew it would happen that way:
Mack comes back
As if he'd never been away.

What happens next?
Kind of hard to say.
But one thing for sure:
The Heels will come to play.

2 comments:

  1. Howell flipped from FSU and was surely the crown jewel in his recruiting class. Aren't we the lucky ones?

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    1. Very lucky


      But as Chi Chi Rodriguez once observed in essence, THE HARDER I WORK, THE LUCKIER I GET.

      Or Branch Rickey: LUCK IS THE RESIDUE OF DESIGN

      Both comments tie into Mack’s penchant for staying positive. Good things happen with effective work and clear attitude.

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