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“Uncle, Uncle, our ball is right here!” I tried to yell.
But there was a pop, then a drop, and on the green grass is where I fell.
I felt pain, and then warmth spread all over the side of my head.
And that’s where my weekend with Uncle Maga ended because now I’m...

By ME Schenck 2.23.2025

I ran out to our football so I could prove that he was confused.
I knew as soon as he saw the ball, his anger would be diffused.
The laces gripped beneath my fingers, the ball felt like a reward,
I jumped and shouted with the ball above my head as if I just scored.
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And as his screaming was quickly joined by his waving gun,
I saw our football lying where he left it, between the green grass and the sun.
I yelled at Uncle that we’d been wrong and begged him to stop,
But he was so big and strong, I couldn’t get his gun to drop.
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Then, Uncle Maga starts explaining why we need to build wall after wall,
But he’s interrupted when a group of saggy-pants teens started playing with our football.
Uncle Maga didn’t take a beat to think,
He was up and headed towards them before I had a chance to blink.
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He explains to me that our country is being invaded by foreign vermin,
And the only way to protect ourselves is to heed the 3rd Reich’s righteous sermon.
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He points out parkgoers to identify why our country needs defending.
Head scarves, hoodies, rainbows, and books are all red flags of the offending.
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Where Uncle was standing, the football drops,
We then go get some patriotic Bomb Pops.
Sitting, enjoying our popicles and the beautiful day.
Uncle Maga watches out for people not acting the right way.
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I was so happy and never wanted the afternoon to end,
I felt great to have an awesome, strong, grown-up friend.
We heard the tinkling of the Ice Cream truck beats,
And agreed it was time to get some cold treats.
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Uncle Maga spent an hour with me, just showing me how to throw,
Back and forth, back and forth, the gap between us started to grow.
My neck and arm started to hurt,
But fewer and fewer catches landed in the dirt.
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At the park, Uncle Maga placed his strong hands around mine,
Guiding my fingers along the stitched line.
I’d never known that a thrown football had to twirl,
And if the ball didn’t go far I was throwing like a girl.
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I was so excited,
I ran to the Triangle Truck before a chance of being uninvited.
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Let’s get to that park we passed yesterday
We can toss around the ol pig skin and enjoy our day.”
When it comes to tossing a ball, I’m admittedly unskilled,
But to be asked, I was beyond thrilled!
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Sunday morning video games are what I had planned,
Until Uncle Maga showed up with a twirling football in hand,
With a gruff, firm voice, Uncle Maga started saying,
“Sunday’s meant for praying and playing.
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