| Chaotic Symphony |
Jostling and pushing, all in good spirits, as I shove my way
To my sweat-stained flip-seat.
The anthem is sung sweet and loud as I stand with my hand
Over my heart.
The crowd bellows and whoops as the ball flies,
Thrown from the fleet fingers of the quarterback.
The mascot breaks into a breakdance below,
Too far away for the t-shirt gun, but close enough to admire his absurd antics.
Vendors tramp the aisles, stomping past tiny oceans of beer and islands of popcorn
As they holler their goods to the maniacal masses.
I slip one of them a crisp greenback, and my heart shudders with joy
As he returns me a fluffy foam finger.
Sesame seeds scatter as I chow down on a plump dog,
Slathered in mustard and with just a plop of relish,
Topped off with a heaping handful of the best peanuts
Money can buy.
The ball swoops and soars from glove to glove,
Swept from one side of the field to the other.
The mob watches all with a raptor’s raptness.
By the time twilight twitches and all the neon signs have buzzed to life,
Somebody’s won, and the crowd roars like a drunk pride of lions.
Fireworks burst against a black curtain of a sky, like paintballs
Fired during an eight-year-old’s birthday party.
The announcer has something witty to shout,
But my ears have clocked in for the night,
And I doze off to the blurred chaotic symphony of a frenzied fandom
At a football game.