Sleepy Sunday
It is hard to be enthused when you realize your team sucks.
wasting a long evening witnessing that very fact
Next year will be better the season just started
next year never comes just the perpetual pain of losing
While everyone else improves and wins and reaches new zenith
your team stuck in the doldrums of gut wrenching disappointment
You watch in shock while your chicken wing goes limp in your hand
no one can play that bad, it is on purpose.
Sleepy Sunday after an exhausting Saturday of no way.
Had hopes dreams aspirations of a great season, championships
being number one and then they play the games.
Finally turning this program around but it just spins in circles
of loserville. Start rooting for hated rival, they're back and on top
and next to humiliate your team.
It's just a game but another season of no fun.
For someone to win your team will gladly lose.
Take a nap it's another sleepy Sunday.
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