A run up...to the cup. 

Before you...a-trophy. As in what's waiting, if you keep on running and...what's called in any campaign to anything that's worth anything..."sustaining a drive" as we around here and throughout the whole world...of sports and such, hear as what's "sustainable" these daze, versus what needs re-charging…short of the dreaded condition of reaching complete “burnout”😩

Walking it...back. Or at least an attempt...at a "graceful retreat..." from a previous position, opinion -- which is more often witnessed, experienced as more abrupt, as in basketball, "hoopsters" (admittedly an under covered sport here, despite being my earlier immersion, having played on two teams, simultaneously) -- a "pivot" -- a move we practiced in order to not be called out, for "traveling" 😟😠. Talk about an abrupt turnabout. Or, in baseball, after hustling to first, on your way to second, the ump signals..."back home...it was just foul play😕😡..." And, of course, in the course of a college or even NFL these days, "a call on the field..." gets overturned from time to time but rarely in an abrupt fashion, after two or more refs, commiserate and then an anointed, I mean appointed one, gets his/her head out of their...replay booth, which looks more like a hood...wink. Any or all of which are prime, time examples of just how You-niversal the experience of having your run, interruptus. Can even happen mid-debate...talk about hemming, hawing, halting...

Sports talk.** Sometimes referred to a "rap" show...well placed during "drive time" when the so-called target audience is most vulnerable, after a hard fought day at the office..."zig zagging' your way out of the "concrete jungle" (now you'll better appreciate all those cars, which are simply simulating, as in "scrimmaging"), many of which, according to the ratings, are not only tuned in, but have strong opinions, of who, when...will step up, to lay claim to the most important trophy....cup...prized possession (sometimes only temporary, having to pass it to...leaving behind something of a resemblance, at least...that the participants and most of vicarious victors can actually touch...). Well, after... 

Laying claim. Sports, all sorts...of competitions. The ones that lay claim to being able to predict, the so-called "final outcome..." Which co-exists, thanks to all the sponsors, to an ongoing debate as to which is the most coveted cup, treasured trophy, prized possession. No wonder, then, its only after a struggle, winning "game, set...match!" following several overtimes (calling for yet another coin...flip) extra innings ("that's why I was out, so late..."), appeals to the...front office...and not without a fight...at the post-game watering hole...do we see the...peaceful passing of the torch...("transfer of...")  

Handing it over. Rarely giving up, what through the ages, oft referred, in more common parlance, as other patrons, the one on the next bar...stool...the "family jewels". Even in the most en-shrined houses (think where "Touchdown Jesus" peers over the HOME endzone..."No one comes into OUR house and...#$%^…Notre Dame, Our Mother…”) At least not without a HUGE fight. Which, I guess, why so many "contact" sports still require one, regardless of your position... 

"C-U-P" One of the longest running stunts our youngsters catch onto, only let go of, with great reluctance, rarely with even a hint of...grace. 

"Wait, your turn..." Otherwise..."don't touch that dial..." The oft under covered, and all-ways under-appreciated, at least one-sided, are the ones that stand between you and victory...

Refer-end DUMBS on something already rendered STUPID.

**The talk: around these parts that centers more on the "Wild Card Race...Go get 'em Tigers!"