Poetry can be a lot of different things. It can be beauty or brutality, love or anger, excitement or mundanity, whatever you’re looking for can be found within its definition.
A basketball game was played last night at the aptly named Mizzou Arena in which the subsequent events could be described as poetic. Two basketball teams, largely indifferent to the landscape of college basketball these days, faced off in a game where the outcome was unlikely to matter much to the tepid interest of each fan base. And so as it was, a game was played.
170 miles to the West, two rivals played in a basketball game which rocked the college basketball news cycle.