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To place a team above your job,
Then from your children you rob.

Makes me angry, and want to sob
Makes me think you are a slob.

I do not judge any person at all.
I do speak of what I saw.

From out of his mouth, he did say,
My children, I will make them pay.

For something that was given to you,
Let them learn the way I do.

Football, basketball season tickets, I get.
I will call off from work, upon game set.

He is a die-hard fan; his living is past,
Not earning a living, he will still cast.


This is probably not what the contest is about but i had to write this to get it out of my 
system, I do know of someone that feels his team and sports is beyond everything else in 
his life,,to me that is "Sports Mad" anyway I had to get this out or I would probably go 
insane,

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