Touchdown

I bet, we have all felt like we wished we were Brain.

I sit on the bleachers and watch him

make that 3^rd touch down.

Cheering him on like a good American girl.

“Go Brain!

“Go Brain!”

What an American name,

Brain.

What a good American boy,

Brain.

Making it for the team.

I’m gonna clap for him!

The team would not have made it so far

without his…

what is it?

Perseverance? No, that word is too big,

too nerdy.

What do I know?

I’m just a girl on the bleachers. On the sidelines.

Cheering him on for his 3^rd touchdown.

“Go Brain!”

What about “Go me?”

What about me!

What about me!

What did I do!

What have I done for the team!

Nothing!

I was too afraid of being run over,

No!

Tackled is the word.

God! I can’t do anything right!

I can’t even remember football lingo!

If I can’t remember that simple word!

How the hell I’m I supposed to make it on the field.

 

I’m sitting on the bleachers….

Watching Brain make his 3^rd touchdown.