Born in the green light

I was born in the light of the green
where once 17 banners hung.

As a child I would visit the garden, walk through
bright colored seats
and watch the block!
swish!
of hands and bodies dancing
to the rhythm of the court.

I am homegrown
a fan
if you will
of that fighting Irish.

Through injuries
tears (mine and theirs)
I watched.
Hands clenched
sweat streaming
heart racing as they run
back to catch a rebound.

I was birthed in their green
and white light
and I always be in it.