Football Fields

I'm amazed, startled, and fed up, With everything we see, to be compared with football fields, What about those like me... who don't know a darn ol' thing, 'Bout "footballs" and their yards, How many football fields, Can dance on a pin-head? How many footballs can you equate to a foot... Leaving how many more toes? To cram inside your boot? I've only seen one football game, Or, really part, there-of, In 1966, I think, I never learned to love, This silly game, over territory Seemingly useless, as far as I can see... Show me who wants a lawn, With big numbers, painted graffiti , what's the key? I seem to be alone in this, Mention it, and in my beer, some will piss... I mean, what's wrong? They couldn't even get the ball to be round, Looks like someone sat on it, Maybe an overweight hound... Pig skin? Are they throwing bacon strips around? Now that I'd understand, And would also fight for ground. P.S.: How many Doghouses in a football field? How many mite sites in a Dog house? How many of those termites are terminal? How could you possibly read this mind dribble?