This summer seems to have been especially long.
It got hot…very hot…early on.
This is not conducive to football weather.
Much cooler temps I’d certainly druther.
Preseason football is not all that much fun
Since it’s the second string players that are under the gun.
Sure they mostly don’t possess the first stringers’ gifts
But they do tide us over ‘til regular season’s uplift.
A day that is chilly, even cold if you will
Gives way to the big screen and afghan, I’m thrilled!
Let the Cowboys be at home playing the Giants
And which team is my team is not rocket science!
Place a bowl of buttered popcorn next to me.
Include a large can of peanuts that I really need.
Don’t talk while a play is taking place.
Just simply go away and stay out of my space.
Should the phone ring I won’t answer it.
In front of the TV I’ll continue to sit.
My Cowboys’ scarf I wave high in the air
When the officials deem that the Giants weren’t fair.
My husband shares my love for the game
And sits in his recliner while yelling out names.
He knows most of the players and their teams.
Makes most of the right calls, or so it would seem.
We were both put out with all the salary disputes
And thought Zeke demanded way too much loot.
The bad taste this behavior had left in our mouths
Lessened a bit when we found out
That he had given a hundred grand away
To the Salvation Army after his big payday.
Now that we have three wins under our belt
And Kaepernick won’t be hired for having knelt,
Football season is certainly underway
And during every game my husband has his say.
You’d think the officials could hear his cries
When their dubious decisions he defies.
I’m no better, I’m just as bad.
Their unfounded calls really make me mad.
It might sound like I’m complaining but I’m not
‘Cause I’m tickled the Boys streak is so hot!
If this continues it just might be
We’ll win the Super Bowl, wait and see!
