Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night

Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,

Because their words had forked no lightning they

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,

And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight

Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,

Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

There's no secret formula. Play present, one play at a time.

"Put the ball down."

Melrose leads 16-13 coming out of a timeout. Sabine makes a play.

"Get to the block." Make the other team score positive points.

Sabine with a block.

"Keep the ball up."

Grace with a great dig, Leah perfect set, Sadie finishes.

"Never quit on a play."

Accidental offense wasn't enough as Maggie stayed alert and made a play.

"Great defense is multiple efforts."

Grace is feeling it here with three great digs to keep plays alive. Meanwhile, the bench is losing their minds...

Volleyball is poetry. "Do not go gentle into that good night."

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