The revving of the engine

makes my adrenaline flow.

It's a self spiritual experience,

Long rides off on my own.

As I take in the beautiful surroundings, mountains,

flowers and

Valley's.

Not a typical sport for a girl to do,

but girls have many sides,

thought you knew.

In my own head,

off in my own world,

rumbling in this race

called life.

I rev up my engine,

and don't think twice.

I will eventually get to

the finish line,

on my own time.

Be a second string

Goalie with unfaltering

Loyalty rather

Than an unfaithful

Superstar. The facade will

Never fool the crowd.

It is better to

Watch from the sidelines and cheer

On your team than to

Be a prodigy

That throws the game and breaks the

Trust of everyone.

Get the ball in the hole,

It'll be fun they said.

My ball is only attracted to the trees.

I should have stayed home in bed.

Finish the round in 72 strokes,

On this tiny patch of earth.

I am not even close to that.

But at least I got my money's worth!

woman playing 

showing their strength, courage

being feminine

third world feminine

not so allowed sport 

that may be:

 manly in its aura 

but here i am with my team showing courage ,

dignity of strength of country side kabbadi 

although not so famous, worldly known that may be 

but this is what inspires me

Sport you'll find is rather fun,

When you WATCH other people pant and run.

You see, to actually exercise

Is never quite as wise.

Football is great and all,

But at the end of the day its just people kicking a ball.

Tennis is nice enough I guess,

But all it really gives you is stress.

Baseball is kind of cool,

but I'd rather sit and watch it on a wall,

Golf! Boring to watch AND play,

So still at home I'd rather stay.

Sure, this sounds lazy,

But I think you are all crazy,

For even trying.

Which is the world's greatest sport?

Why, that is bowling, of course;

Let me explain before your retort.

I hardly bowl, ergo I am an impartial source,

But I see validity in this pro-bowling argument

Because you cannot begrudge the atmosphere:

Indoors with various music and televisions galore,

Pub food and servers that'll bring you a burger and beer,

Computers that automatically calculate the score,

Chairs and tables for relaxing when it's not your turn,

No referees, or time outs needed for bathroom breaks,

No special diets required, and any age can play, it's easy to learn,

Just bowl a ball down an alley and hit ten pins, that's all it takes,

You can play by yourself, against opponents, and/or with teams,

Injuries are negligible, and as long as you wear bowling shoes,

You can wear anything that you want, it seems,

You can play in a league, with reasonable dues,

The equipment is minimal and you can even rent it for cheap,

And if you are really good, you can play professional

With internationally televised championships, for those that take that leap,

And, if you have ever been bowling, you know that it's a social,

With room for several bowlers per lane, and more people beside you,

And still more people, behind the lines, watching, cheering, and doing their own thing,

It's worthwhile to play just for bragging rights, but you can play for money too;

I can go on forever, and then compare other sports, but they are all lacking.

It's just the greatest sport in the world--bowling!

Giants. Muscular masses of talent and brawn, they put their pads and helmets on. On cool fall nights, beneath the lights, these men, these gods, begin to fight. A game, they call it, but where's the fun in bleeding and breaking them one by one? Though, to the people in the bleachers, these men aren't men, they're mighty creatures. 

It gallops,

     Fast,

     Exhilarating,

     Breathtaking.

And with every,

Single second of

     Fear,

     Excitement,

     Boldness.

I clutched on

To your waist,

     Freaking out,

     Enraging yet,

     Breaking in,

Your heart,

In the middle of 

February,

With a horse,

in tow,

And Taylor Swift 

Jealously singin',

"Now it's too late,

For you and your

White Horse."

-- no offense to Taylor, okay??? 

Traditional golf course with holes eighteen,

It is recommended to wear sunscreen.

Pay attention you don’t rupture your spleen,

Attempting to birdie on the third green.

Pay heed of the wind on every fairway,

For with a stray shot, your nerves they may fray.

If you beat your partners, you’d best downplay,

To prevent stray objects in your airway.

Heed your caddie when he hands you a wood,

He’s thinking an iron would do no good.

You could object, but do you think you should?

Those clubs would make excellent firewood.

Hitting your ball into a large sand trap,

Almost ensures spectators will not clap.

You must keep your cool amid this mishap,

And watch your expletives worse than “Oh crap!”

Remember that each time you swing your club,

You may be impeded by a large shrub.

Oftentimes the pros fall prey to a flub,

But forget later on while at the pub.

At each hole intend to, at least, make par,

Whether you tee off from near or afar.

If you eagle, it’s time for that cigar,

Win a major tourney, buy a sports car.