The Game
There we sit, grumble and complain
Our favourite team driving us insane
Run that pigskin over that line
Put that puck deep in the twine
Thundering dunk explodes the basket
Fastball over the plate, hitter cracks it!.
One day filled with disgust
The very next time absolute trust
“Get rid of him, what a bum!”
“Holy crap, told ya he could run!”
“They’re gonna lose again, what a bore!”
“Way to go, run up the score!”
Win or lose, one or the other
Brings out words never dared around Mother!.
Those not caught up in the game
Look and wonder, sniff in disdain
But for the fan there is beauty
Cheering that team, a sense of duty!.
Argue over which team, which sport
Is the only one all should support!.
The beautiful game to even the sweet science,
So many to choose, to swear alliance
But in truth it is plain to see
The true sports fan is no bourgeoisie!.
It is the pitting of athlete against peers
Strategy, talent, skill and even luck
Makes obvious, the best sport is the one with a puck!.
jwh
(with tongue planted firmly in cheek!.!.and looking towards a certain dpm!.!.!.)Www@QuestionHome@Com