The Ball of Legendary Recognition

The Ball of Legendary Recognition

Hurdling down the road,
infused glee, bulging through my body.
I race out of the car, right towards the crowd,
trembling with excitement
and so were the rest.
Eyeing him down, forming a plan.
To creep to the front and find,
the Tana Umaga.

Gazing at his head, was a chubby little white kid,
sizing up a huge hairy All Black.
Meeting at a stare, a legendary figure.
In an attempt to break the instant bond we had created, a man flung a ball, followed by a pen.
What was the last of the balls, the last in the pack,
the dirty yellow tint, with a brand new signature.
Gladly, I strutted away.
Once again, the happiest of campers.