Football Season Poem by anais vionet

Are you a football fan?

Are you into BIG TIME college football, where my
home town, Georgia Bulldogs are defending, two-time
national champions? Their season began last week
or maybe you're an NFL fan (they start playing this week) .

Ivy league college football starts next week and if you're
not excited about it, maybe you don't understand it.

Before games there are parties with pizza and chicken wings.
Do NOT go to a frat house on a game day - just don't.

If you're going to throw a college football game
you'll need two teams of players in safety uniforms
and at least one football (that's what they fight over) .

You need a crowd - two crowds really - and a stadium
where everyone could, in theory, sit. There should be
flags, banners, hats and jerseys in riotous team colors.

You'll need two marching bands and school mascots.
A bulldog will do (Yale) , or if you can't afford that, you could
dress someone up as a huge-headed pilgrim (Harvard) .

Of course, as with any big sporting event you'll need skimpily
dressed girls to toss in the air and assorted food and drink to sell. There will be lots and lots of cars, and police and ambulances standing by in case it's all too much or someone gets hurt.

Cheerleaders are there to whip the crowd into a vocal frenzy,
soon everyone's yelling things like 'DE-fense, ' 'push em back, '
'Harvard sucks' and 'No, really, Harvard sucks.'

The ideal game should include a bitter rivalry like Yale vs Harvard. While everyone knows Yale is better academically, there's a small chance that Harvard could win the game - which makes it scary. We won last year and we'll play them again this year, in November.

Anyway, whatever flavor of football you like:
It's football season people!
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*I'm NOT a cheerleader. We knew where they practice, and a girl was nice enough to let me use her pompoms for some snaps.