born unto hope
off the silent ears of a dream
magic and skill come up together
to cross all boundaries of the
perpetual flame
Victory!
when caught between death and a
would be beam of towering sweat
drenched flesh
so blessed be the ageless angles of
each his separately played game
and so comes the passion of football
with its incomparable man on man mesh
so utterly brutal yet beautifully played
in its array of padded color attack
awfully angry is the collective team
when their prize ace quarterback gets the
jolt from a defensive 'sack'
while systematically played every season
to give each involved a fighting chance
off come the higher ups hats(the fans that is)
when the team does well in its large scale
stadium version of choreographed dance
its difficult to contain even some modicum of
excitement when one's surrounded by the fellow
fans gregarious shouts and cheers
in so saying I find I too am quite compelled
to jump to my icy feet and thighs to scream
right along with them madmen
"HOW BOUT THEM EER'S !!!!!"
(Good Luck ****WVU***!)