So let me find a way to Philadelphia
Where I can bask in the fog
Down by the docks and pretend
I like the Phillies or give a damn
About the draft picks the Eagles
May squander this year.

Somewhere along the way
You picked up an interest
In brutish sports that I,
Long past the age of playing them,
Gave up except for some
Desultory tuning in on
Sunday afternoons.

Yes compromises are necessary
If you are to see the one you love.
And if I must overlook the fact
You’re fond of teams whose bullpens
Were the targets of my vilest
Artillery when just a boy, so be it.

I remember when you were a lady
And if that is just a jaded memory now
So be it, too. I was once a gentleman;
I courted you with flowers and verse
And you wore skirts of lavender and just
Enough perfume to keep my lips glued to
The curls of your neck.

Now you raise those Iron City’s to the
Stars and cheer Neanderthals on the screens
Above the bars. Your jeans are way too tight
And mine a bit too saggy. And when we talk
It’s not about the flowers anymore, or
Lavender of any kind.

No, you just get those wet puppy eyes now
Every time you tell me Roy Halladay’s a hunk.

03/21/2012

Author's Note: Dedicated to that new army of jockettes I've met lately whose sudden passion for sports I find...well, inspiring..:)

Posted on 03/21/2012
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