Because I Love Football

it’s noon, and there you are–

all you glorified men-folk

still living the dream of little boys

who huddle on rainy saturday mornings

hoping to out-run, out-maneuver, out-smart

the opposing team.

and what do you say to me, a fan?

your words of wisdom drowning in stats

and analysis and sharp-tongued wit.

you make your picks for teams each week,

but that’s not the true great of your greatness.


it’s this: for a few moments on a bright sunday morning,

you get to…!

but please stop: you’re hurting me, making me laugh

and are totally forgetting that you are middle-aged or older

and just screaming out for the past.