Originally Posted by
Ghost Dog
For Mitch.
It takes a certain type of player
not the one who poses grinning,
preeening follicles for lenses,
plays well, when only winning
It takes a certain type of method
to split a pack bare handed
to bullock 'till fourth quarter
a plodding workhorse kind of standard
It takes a certain type of spirit
to carry losing on your collar bones
to have it hung upon your shoulders
grit your teeth, and push right through it
A quiet admiration,
for a certain type of player,
with a certain type of method,
And a truely dogged spirit.