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by Glenn Currier

Last night I raged
against the quarterback
for his ineptitude
and interceptions.

I called him names
bad names his mother
would kill me over
especially his mother.

I roiled and preboiled
my innards by entering
the pregame shows
in the political arena.

Now my brush
with adrenaline highs
faded and fated to return
another Sunday.

09/21/2009

Posted on 09/21/2009
Copyright © 2025 Glenn Currier

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 09/21/09 at 06:26 PM

Good write Glenn. But for me it is always Saturday's game that makes me shiver. Nearly afraid to watch another loss. Although not yet this year, I know it will come. Ann Arbor just doesn't seem to be what it was in the 50's. But I still look ahead to see the maze and blue and hear "Hail to the Victors".

Posted by Joe David on 09/21/09 at 06:34 PM

Ah yes. Still another thing I have no control over. I was doing pretty much the same thing last night. There is just no end of things to get upset about. My cup runneth over. Yea Glenn!!!

Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 09/21/09 at 07:21 PM

It is said that sports build character, but I think they just reveal it. It was just an excellent game to watch though, "sides" aside, a fun game in what seems more a cathedral than a stadium. Don't get too overwrought, like you say, there's always next Sunday. Good write! Thanks.

Posted by Alison McKenzie on 09/22/09 at 12:08 AM

oy vey. *rolling my eyes* Sorry, Glenn, I so can NOT relate....heheh.

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 09/22/09 at 11:32 AM

Glenn, I know perfectly well this feeling of the flusters. I am sad or glad to say that I did not watch a down of that game to which you are referring. I have let sports in general wane and slide from my interest. I used to be a big Giants fan in my day, but then something bigger than you or I took over the sports world. and I cannot escape it, it is in every bar i frequent, tenfold more that it deserves. Sorry to say, I have fumbled the whole notion of sports, and I am sick to death of the sports overload. Don't give me a forward pass or a lateral to love, I say nay to that, but Give me a woman to love and I will be contented forevermore.

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