Football Mom

I never quite knew what it meant. And, if explained, I never understood. Shoot! I've never even LIKED the game! And, I never thought that I would. But, The fear... The pride... The gleam, in my eye... The joy in my heart... could only mean one thing. I'm a football mom...? YEAH!, A FOOTBALL MOM! I love you, sweetie. Now honey, you get out there, AND, HIT SOMEBODY!! OH! Did I just say that? Where did that BASS come from? Now, you be careful, when you HIT SOMEBODYYYY!!! OH MY! Well, anywho... I've got my blanket, rain gear, and my thermos (minus the toddy), so, I'll still be nice and toasty, when you HIT SOMEBODYYY!!! I may not care for the game, but I love the kid, who plays it. Proud football mom, am I, and my heart is just ablaze with it. This feeling right here, is the BOMB! So, whether home or away, I'm in that thang! Hecks YEAH!!!! I'm a football mom!