I found the Klosterman article to be interesting. It's funny that the game was played between no name schools, yet had an incredible ending.  As an athlete who has played hundreds of games with less than 50 people watching, I can totally relate to how the players must have felt when they looked at the stands. For some athletes, it is completely irrelevent as to how people show up. For me, I loved to have large crowds watching. It just added to the excitement of the game.
If this game had been played between Duke and North Carolina, it would be tabbed as the greatest college basketball game of all time. To be an underdog and win is one thing;it is something else when you win the game with only 3 players left. I have had multiple games where my team was the underdog and won, but something like this has nevewr actually happened. I'm not surprised that this story did not get much attention because it was before the internet. If this same game happened now, at least 2 or 3 local news stations would probably pick up the story. It could even get national attention, such as a mention on ESPN.
    In regards to the Autumn Begins poem, I'm so confused. Here goes my best attempt at it: There was a huge football game in a city that lived and breathed high school football. The hometown team lost, and everybody is sad to the point that they are actually depressed. I can tell the poem uses many metaphors, which I seem to be absolutely horrible at deciphering. As an athlete, there are many times when you feel depressed after losing a big game. However, you have to have a quick memory and completely stop thinking about the game, or it will carry over into your performance in the next game.

My first memory of  playing sports was a game of t-ball when i was 6. I remember playing t-ball at a recreational league in my hometown city. Since I was only 6 years old, I only remember a few things about my first time playing baseball in a somewhat organized game. First of all, I remember that everyone pretty much sucked. At this age, people were still learning to run, so you could only imagine 6 year olds playing an organized t-ball game.
 The one thing that I remember doing in this game was trying to swing like Mark McWire. Now, you have to remember that this was smack dab in the middle of the steroid era in baseball. McWire was hitting 70 home runs in a season and was a total bad ass. After every home run, this guy would throw his bat. As a normal 6 year old watching TV, I tried to emulate him in the actual game.
 Every at bat, I would simultaneously swing and let go of the bat on the backswing. Unlike Mark McWire, there were always baseball moms right behind me. So, I eventually had to change my swing because I would hit people with my flying bat on accident. I remember that I never hit a home run in t-ball. In fact, I did not hit a single home run until my Junior year in high school, when I hit 4. T-ball was fun, but playing baseball became more fun as I got older.