He is walking, talking, history,
and it barely phases him,
if he's around, they all look down,
because, he IS intimidation.

They all think that they can handle it,
- - - until they have to do it,
but, few can stand up to that man,
on a sunny, springtime, Sunday afternoon.

Sam Clemens said, ' A walk gone bad ',
and he didn't even have to play,
against Tiger on the back nine at Augusta,
on that same said Sunday afternoon.

The challengers won't sleep tonight,
Oh! , but wait until tomorrow ...
- - - at number one - - - reality,
- - - at Eighteen, pure futility,
- - - at Nineteen, admiration,
- - - even if he doesn't win ,
all are in agreement - - -,
that they would rather play 'Ole Sam!

Barry Van Allen

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fore-play-a-k-a-ole-sam/