A year has passed, a fleeting sight,
A dream once held, now lost in night.
Ambitions soared, hopes took flight,
Now faded memories, out of sight.
The path untraveled, the road unknown,
A year gone by, a life alone.
Yet hope endures, a flicker's gleam,
To light the future, a hopeful dream.
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I think I figured out why I love Wild Card Weekend so much. It's because it's the first playoff anything of the calendar year. The NFL season starts in the fall, and once upon a time, the champion was crowned either on or slightly before New Year's. The evolution of the NFL schedule has resulted in the playoffs starting just into the New Year, and currently, the final week of the season falls on the first weekend of the New Year, with Wild Card Weekend coming a week after that. So yes, chronologically, the NFL's Wild Card Weekend serves as the first playoff anything of the calendar year.
By Clyde E. Dawkins7 days ago in Unbalanced
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Beautiful and relatable poem! Nice writing.
So nice ❤️