Have you ever been a football widow?  You know that period of time every year when you could sit in front of your man bare ass naked and he wouldn't even blink an eye because  "Get out from in front of the TV!" " Footballs On!"
Yes, that wonderful time of year when all women (except the Budweiser Babes) become invisible for a couple hours every Monday, sometimes Thursday and Sunday Nights!  Well, do you recall a couple of years ago when LA traded the RAMS to St. Louis!  Good God! I thought my man was gonna go postal!  They traded his team - the one he stuck by all those years - never betraying, even when they sucked the most.  And to of all places St Louis - where his sister, who loves to push his football buttons, Lives!  The expression "Bummed Out!" does not begin to describe how he felt. So, I wrote him this poem and gave him a dart board with a big picture of Georgia Fronterea on it!  It helped a little!   Enjoy!
VP

Football

Blues

Now that Football's over,
What are you going to do?
Your favorite team has moved away,
Their now St Louis's crew!.
No more Sunday's veggin
and watching ABC
ESPN has golf today!
Oh woe, Oh woe is me!
Mondays just another day
Monday night Football No more
ESPN has Tennis Tonight?
Do I detect a snore?
Just when things were looking grim
and you just could take no more.
You changed the channel
and low and behold
You see the Lakers Score!
Thank God, Thank God for Basketball!
You know you will make it through.
Just until the Baseball starts.
Then the Dodgers are your Crew!
Thank God for cable TV
without it you'd be in a mood!
As long as you have Sports and Beer
Your a happy kind of Dude!