“That #€*% Football Team!”

Watch the pronouns that fans choose:
It’s We who win but They who lose.

Never mind it’s just Week One–
This team sucks! Their season’s done!

Fire the coaches! Cut the stars!
Shouts ring out in local bars.

The writers gripe. The talk shows whine,
But who knows? It might be just fine.

Stop freaking out. Don’t shit your pants.
Every team still has a chance.

Remember kids–it’s just a game.
The sun will still rise all the same.

Don’t throw your beer can at the set;
you’ll only get your carpet wet.

If you find football’s price too steep,
just turn on golf and go to sleep.

About semiblind

Bringing you stark existentialism since 1981.
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