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I Made It Through The Game

I made it through the game. There’s a game comes about This time every year. It’s long been an event That I’ve grown to fear. It’s the Super Bowl game Each year it’s the same. They waste so much money Seems really a shame. I watched the opening coin toss The Bush’s were there. Barbara in a golf cart Pres. George a wheel chair. He’s in very poor health Hasn’t much of a grip. He very nearly dropped it, Then gave it a flip. They screamed out the opening National anthem to start. I think amateur young folks Sing more from the heart. I’m not much of a sport fan So I head for the cellar. My wife knows my routine There’s no reason to tell’er. I wait for some time Plan to see some half time show They run high priced ads. Millions of dollars they will blow I didn’t notice the belly fat On the star of the show. I only notice the ropes As she flew down below. That’s all that I saw Till 8 minutes remained. A good solid lead The Falcons had maintained. Then all hell broke loose As Brady imagined them loosing Vince Lombardy would say: “That’s not of Brady’s choosing”. Vince often said of his Packers They can beat any team It the game goes long enough. Brady seems hooked to that dream. The game went into overtime An unheard of event. I can’t believe what I’m seeing Three weeks before lent. The Patriots win the toss My son say’s: “Games over”. The Falcons are tired They seem “rolling in clover”. They run and they pass One play, then another Brady had been playing This game for his mother. There was this one pass I’m glad that I saw it. The ball fumbled around And then the guy caught it. Mere inches from the ground The camera was in close. That player is still laughing That’s a great one to boast. Then just a few moments later All I saw of the last play Was this demon came rushing How his body did sway. The ball crosses the line By an inch maybe two If I were a drinker I’d “throw-down” a few. Brady say’s as he’s leaving Donned a “Winners” T shirt Someone took my jersey Half a million, that hurts. But I’ll settle for my ring And cheers of the fans. Winning now my 5th time Was beyond my life’s plans. So the game is now over, The wings are all eaten. The tacos and nachos Like the Falcons, are beaten. Written by oldbuck, Feb 8th as he waited in the cellar for his wife to finish a Hawkeye b-b game on BTN

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Date: 2/11/2017 7:17:00 PM
Hey Old Buck. : ) As an Atlanta resident, that was an amazing game.... ; )
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