A poem to the rarest creature since the potbellied unicorn:
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways:
When first you screamed when the Blue and Maize
Took Saturday's field and went on to display
A knowledgeable grasp of the various ways
Their foes may yet yield.
Toss, pitch, screen -- you know them all,
Each weapon we wield when we have the ball.
While the recruiting class readied for the rigors of fall,
You decried the de riguer nature of most coaching calls
In the NFL; my heart swells with pride
As I debate third and 8 with my future bride.
We've been through it all:
Fair catch drops,
Errant passes,
E-mailing Ed Hoculi prescriptions for glasses,
Brett Favre changing jerseys and double reverses,
Triple-overtime games,
Tatum Bell stealing purses!
Now our big day approaches, but I have no fear;
Dreaming dreams of our Super Bowl "Big Game" (don't sue us!) parties each year.
So, while I gaze deep in your eyes,
Darling, always remember:
Your the best thing in my world
From three weeks before March until ... roughly September.
(Except the first day of the draft; but day two, you're cool.)
Have you ever had, or been, a Football Girlfriend. Do you have a list of must haves before you will consider dating someone or is attraction (physical, emotional or otherwise) a means to help you appreciate your mate as an individual? Is it okay to commit to someone that has 8 out of 10 qualities that you are looking for or is anything less than 10 settling?
1 comments:
lool, a football poem!! It's unusual but it's a nice poem.
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