90 Yards

V. Sanders,
football.
Sitting in the cold
next to a big haired lady
with 15 rings on
10 fingers
an airhorn compulsion
and a need to shout
obscenity.
Silly cheerleaders
cheering themselves on.
Dropping way behind at half time
so I have to drown my sorrow
in stale
ptomaine concessions.
The only thing worse
than this
is sitting at home
waiting for the next time
the bright lights shine down
on a 90 yard run
and I scream like a woman unhinged
louder than the cheerleaders
the obsecenities
and the airhorn all together.
Why can't we have football all year?

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