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Oftentimes, in the sports world, I’ll come across
A most causeless and valuable distinction Born among two very different kinds of athletes – Those trying to be good, And those attempting to add to their resumes. While it’s easy to nit-pick When one has accomplished great things Or has the knack for achievement, Being good equates to never being satisfied, Never sounding vain, And never speaking with mellifluous intent to agitate – But rather, improving through practice and cognition, While being deliberate, passionate, honest, and focused. Adding to one’s resume is never a matter Of extreme animosity or importance, When balanced against the conduct and sportsmanlike Character of the athletes, spectators, coaches, and players; It’s simply valued ownership of the unknowable, Preached widely and freely by people Who forsake improvement and worth For the most improbable outcomes Becoming inevitable Through heavily tested, unsuccessful planning…
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