Ode to Toledo Handball © by Peter Peart (09/05/17)
Just before the days of summer may start to wane
Along comes the tradition of this venerable campaign
Set in a place with hospitality supreme
To Toledo, these warriors start to stream
It is our beloved game that they come to play
A grueling version, the 3-wall way
But before one point is played or scored
People gather to remember beyond the game that is adored
The outdoor elements and sometimes shadowy light
Adds to the atmosphere and utter delight
Before it is all said and done
These games to be played are only half the fun
Food and libations help to recount or embellish a memory
Families, friends revel in camaraderie
Perhaps a fierce rivalry will be renewed
Or new ones to begin in respect and gratitude
For each and every player, a single focus abound
By the end of the journey, he or she hopes to wear a crown
Into the hollowed trenches, the heated battle begins
The first two games to 21 wins
And should those two games not be enough
One more game, to eleven, rough and tough
From the rafters the arching ball rebounds
Often reaching beyond the natural end line a retriever pounds
Back and forth in this manner they go
These are some of the rhythms of this ebb and flow
Confining the action between the walls and the lines
The victor, in measured steps and dexterity combines
Whether ending a rally with the vaunted kill
Each point is contested with determination and will
To survive and move on is the mantra and daily goal
Remaining aloft, continue the fight in the winners fold
And should your efforts fall short of the desired top tier
Along the way, there is always encouragement, support and cheer
Perhaps in defeat, you shrug and gather your gear
Whispering deep inside, “I’ll rebound, there is always next year”
So who are these pursuers of this the perfect game
It would be Herculean in task to give you every name
So in fairness to all participants and warriors alike
This [space] is lovingly for you, Tom, Dick, Harry and Mike
When we think of these championships and the allure
There are legacies and dynasties that endure
The generations of men and women return each year to play
For the enjoyment of the game and to perhaps light the way
Many brothers team and this is great to see
Like Dane and Adam Szatkowski
Along with the brothers Anderson, Eric and Lee
Let’s not forget Bastidas’, Jurrell and Tyree
Munson, David and Mike, like playing brothers trust
Similarly with Lemus siblings, Marco and Carlos
To be sure there are also brothers who do not pair
But it does not mean that well, they do not fair
Zimet, Dan and Adam come to mind
Let’s not leave Dave and Larry Dohman behind
And to parent and child who also join the fray
Carrying on the traditions of our game, valiantly display
When we describe the accomplishment among the ranks
Let us applaud the double, double of The Franks
Son Nathaniel, slamming the Bs
And dad Alan, mastering with complimentary partners of last names Zs
Of course, there are also dozens more to laud
Beginning with impressive debut of Chris Persaud
And in the category among the merry
The successful pairing of Eisenbooth and Berry
By reputation, some participants are expected to win
As with Marcos Chavez and Sean Lenning
As they continue to dominate over the field
Year after year, even when pressed, they never yield
These championships, like so many are a grind
The toll they take are often visible on body and rattles the mind
We reach deep to find salve and solace, seeking to recover
Perhaps in time for next year, a solution to discover
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