🌀 You Thought You Had Momentum. I Had a Whistle

Even in the off-season, I can stop you cold.

We were at the family cookout.
You were stacking plate number three like you were in the Finals.
Mac and cheese, ribs, potato salad… no defensive game plan in sight.

I let it go at first.
You earned those first two plates fair and square.
But then you got cocky.
Started talking like nobody could stop you.

That’s when I blew the whistle.

Literally.
Pulled it from my pocket like a summer carry.
Waved you off the table.
Made you sit a plate out.

The crowd (aunties) booed.
The coach (my uncle) argued.
Didn’t matter.

Momentum doesn’t live here.
Not while I’m in the room.. or the backyard.

Even off the court,
I still control the pace of play.