April 26, 2011
Overtime
I bite off
my thumbnails
for luck.
I never eat
or use the bathroom
during overtime.
I close my eyes
for penalty shots
not for nerves
but because a part of me
believes it helps.
This is what it means
to be a fan:
otherwise rational people
holler at large men
they feel they know.
It is our own
brand of voodoo
patterns of intricate worship
rituals and spells
sacrificing our composure
to show our thankfulness
to this arbitrary god.
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Fan is, after all, short for fanatic, and likely fantasy, and finally, Fan Morrison, which of course is why Thursday means more if you brush towards the west. The truth is, sports are a game of inches, and so is the predicament of being alive, though we try to avoid this by watching sports. And, of course, I love you.
ReplyPete
Apr 29, 2011
As a fan, this makes perfect sense. I do know those big men, I can feel their skates make figures in the ice…I hold my breath that it may bring strength to them.
ReplyShelley-Jo Talvacchia
Apr 28, 2011