Football With Mahomes

I guess I’ll learn football, the grandma says with a sigh. We are not hearing her, yelling for our quarterback guy. Mahomes! Mahomes! Go Mahomes! We yell at the TV. He is the one we all watch in Kansas City, you see. We no longer sit at the table, like we do other days. We are staring at Mahomes, watching his plays. Grandpa is jumping up and down in one of his chairs. Throwing a pretend pass, as if anyone cares. We are all shrieking and yelling a touch down is made. Grandma is trying to get attention with pink lemonade. Sit down woman! My grandpa yells. “You are a flake!” She should know we can only talk during a commercial break. This is so much different than other Sundays Grandma doth lament. She is preaching to who? We are watching the defense circumvent. They stole the ball! The cry goes up and we cheer with our might. We are yelling and screaming and crying. It is a great football night!