The Start of Football Season

A poem about an American passion.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Start of Football Season

 

Tight-ends, 

Quarterbacks,

The rushing

Of receivers,

 

Football is

Here again

Like the blazing

Autumn fever

Of the bright

Indian summer sun.

 

We gather at the bars,

Travel very far or go

Through a lot of pain

Just to see our team's

Football games.

 

We've lowered

Our tailgates

And prepped

Our charcoal grills

For our manna from

Football heaven.

 

Braced with

Heaping mounds

Of steaming hot dogs 

And chilled kegs of beer,

We are here to cheer

For our team for the

Rest of the football year.

 

At the top of our heads,

On our backs 

And over our chests

We don our teams

Bright colors proudly.

 

Some of us even

Decorate our faces 

With designs made

With special tribal paint

Just for our spirit

To be displayed

Very clearly.

 

We are mighty fans

Who dearly make 

Wild gestures and 

Cheer very loudly.

 

We'll wage our bets

Before and wait to see

What fate will render

On those grassy fields.

 

For it's on those fields

Where bone meets bone

And flesh meets flesh

Mighty wills can

Crack under pressure.

 

All kinds of tricks

And spins can bring fame

To any teenage star athlete.

 

As the temperatures

Continue to lower and

Our tree's leaves start to toss

And tumble to the ground.

 

May this fall's best games

Begin with the mighty thunder

And all of the magical wonder

Of last year's legendary

Football end.

 

May the games begin!

 

 

 

Author's Note

I love football season!

Reviews

[Kenneth The Poet]

This is awesome. I bleed green, white and pink (my alma mater's colors but I won't say where) but I watch from afar. Thank you for this.

[Jibey]

What an amusing and pleasing ballad!

[Tate Morgan]

You are talking to a die hard Buckeye fan lol We dont even know there is a NFL.Most of us want to watch the Buckeys and would never go to a nfl game .Very nice .

[Buddhistboy73]

Great insight into the American football way...love it! Of course, us English know how to play the proper football game...;) he he he...

[Lauren Beth]

I too love football season! Great write, I really enjoyed it...you truly captured the essence of the season!

[Steve]

This is my fav of all your writes!! I love the appropriate red color and i loved the passion in this write!! And i think its a total turn on when a great girl like you actually likes sports!! Most dont.

[Wondering Mind]

Hockey rules, eh! "O Canada.."
You've captured the spirit of the season well...

[Elton Camp]

Phooey to Football

Some think that I’m not right,
But in football I take no delight
One team forces down the field
Other unwilling an inch to yield

To go ten yards in four downs
Proves harder than it sounds
One chance they often betray
And just kick the football away

Slogans supporters will use
Seem to me so very crude
“Kill the Tigers, they say
Or, “We blow them away”.

I just cannot come to see
How important it can be
Who will care anyhow
A single year from now?

The fans will wildly scream and yell
Cheerleaders say, “Give them hell.”
And over the coals they will rake
Any boy who makes a mistake

Black and white stripes in the game
Only makes the sport more lame
No matter how hard the team tries
They always manage to criticize

If any little fault they ever can find
They push the team ten yards behind
After such effort to reach that place
To move them back seems a disgrace

Blow a whistle gives them a thrill
Though all the action it does kill
When a handkerchief they drop
They insist that all play will stop

Another practice they need to cut
They pat each other on the butt
If they do that in view of the crowd
In the locker room, what is allowed?

At many plays the fans will roar
But it’s much the same as before
I know what I’ve come to think
They have had too much to drink

If there is an injury on any play
EMTs are ready to take away
A child’s game is no reason why
To take a chance a boy may die

And if the game is shown on TV
Normal programs you cannot see
And when, at last, it is through,
Endless replays they then will do

If I should be crowned as king,
The very first change I’ll bring
Is to have this good word to say:
“Football you can no longer play.”