I was ironing. The game was on. Every now and then, I grabbed a piece of commentary.
Football Poem #1
The soft spot in the pocket
It just takes a while
All these streaks you talk about
They’re changing it up
A double team, it’s really hard
By flowers
A lot of zone right here
We’re not going sideways
From the get-go
A hand on it
Just blown up at the end of it
There he is
I did it! Oh
Ha ha… discombobulated fragments of sports talk….background to our lives.
Yup
You’ve found a way to make professional sports bearable!
“We’re not going sideways.” Love that.
It was fun. Sounds a little dirty but I didn’t mean it to.
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