My Football Team

                                                   My Football Team
                                                          1/18/11

Disillusioned and despondent I fret over a silly game,

                            That I had nothing, really to do with.

Still as a fan, it hurts to watch your six months of hope,

                             Fall to pieces in a space of three hours.

Those who don't care for sports, simply don't understand,

                             And they ridicule the emotional time invested.

But for us fans of a team, it's not the high priced men we cheer,

                             It's the colors and the symbols of the team to us.

I was there, and have always been there, cheering just like this afternoon,

                             When the players who played today, weren't even born.

And I will still be here to cheer when these men have all long since retired,

                              To own car dealerships and do personal appearances.

I sat in the cold seats of December and the welcome sun of preseason,

                              The rain, the traffic back ups... the over priced beer.

Just to see my team play, win...lose...or draw, till the game clock said 0:00,

                               And despite my sadness today... would have it no other way.