A four line poem about: the decoy.
Another good morning at the market - the sun was shining, people were out in droves, and our stuff was moving off the tables at a pretty steady rate.
And then tonight? Vancouver with a goal 11 seconds into overtime for the win and the 2-0 series lead. Man oh man.
I bust down the door,
Guns blazing, oh boy!
That's when I realize:I'm just the decoy.