I apologize. Sometimes someone leaves the gate open and I escape the reservation…
T’was early on Superbowl and throughout the casa,
Dust buffalos roamed freely beneath all the sofas
The tortillas were crisp and the cheese was shredded
In hopes that the Nachos would soon be heated
The fans were ensconced in recliners with care
In hopes that Jim Harbaugh soon would be there
Cupcake in her apron and I with my jersey
Were preparing the snacks in a really big hurry
Then out on the street there arose such a ruckus
I sprang from the sofa to see what the fuss was.
Out the front door I flew in a flash
And chided my guests for their unneeded clash.
‘There’s plenty of parking’ in case you can’t see
And ran back inside ‘cause I really had to pee
Suddenly the Anthem began to play
Wardrobe malfunctions were hoped for this day.
Beyoncé was fluffing her beautiful hair
Preparing to lip sync the song with care
‘Oh say can you see’ swelled from her breast
Or at least it appeared that way out West
We sat down and gazed at the screen with hope
That the game would begin without some dope
Running naked across the field to express
His Warholian attempt at streaking success
And then on the screen to my immense relief
The first advertisement which was fortunately brief
As I turned to the kitchen to fetch the food
My friends all simultaneously booed
San Francisco had taken the field with pride
But our fans were seemingly already fried
By foolishly leaving the Living room proper
My recliner was free game to any interloper
On to the kitchen with a flourishing flare
Where the food was all laid out with the greatest of care
Ignoring the game and the friends I’d invited
I dove into hors d’ oeuvres hoping they wouldn’t feel slighted
The game was played and the ads were superb
The very few complaints were barely even heard
By 10 PM no one seemed to be leaving
In spite of Cupcake’s gentle pleading
In order to encourage them all to take flight
I screamed ‘Happy Superbowl and to all a good night!’
I don’t often resort to poetry but something that shouldn’t have, welled up inside me. I apologize that I was unable to silence it. Actually, Cupcake and I will be doing it alone. My train of thought derails and I cannot absorb the commercials if we have guests. Well, that and they have the tendency to eat all the cheesy chips off the nachos and leave the naked ones.


Are Mr. and Mrs. NOD cheering for SF or Baltimore?
At the risk of offending, I would have to say Baltimore for two good reasons. One is that it’s the closest thing to the Redskins as they are my hometown team from birth. Baltimore again for they bear the name of some of the best pilots ever who flew up in Laos during the war in Tangos and dinky O-1s and U-17s. That, and I’m rooting for Leigh to win who lives there. The win would buoy her up too. 49ers live in girlymantown and have been to the bowl a bunch of times.
Well put.. I am from new jersey and hate where I was born. Since the NFL has poor record here Rams-Raiders I must go with the Ca team. I remember the golden days of the skins and john riggins doing damage on the ground. I proudly wear my Bear’s jacket everywhere I go. I believe our support of teams brings us together for just 1 day a year. I am jealous of NOD since his state gets to smoke all the wacky weed and gobble up all the hot wings without guilt or remorse….
Yes girlytown is a wrong term. They just had a riot there because a judge banned public nudity and homosexual agenda is going to retaliate. We here and queer. Football was never mentioned…
Happy Superbowl! I’ll never forget the last Redskin game I attended. I was 9 and Sonny Jurgensen was the QB. Billy Kilmer replaced him the very next season. Boy did he provide the Wa Po sports section with great ‘drinking’ stories!
Oh yea those memories of drunken super bowl party’s past. Now our church has big screen HD quality projection TV without booze or wacky tobaccy. There is also a super bowl widows gathering at the mall to keep all in line. Go 49’ers….