Go Tigers!

I live near Clemson
And if you haven’t heard
Their love of football
Is downright absurd

At least that’s how
It seems to me
This great joy from football
I myself do not see

And I guess that last night
They won some big game
Apparently the team
Is destined for fame

I went to Rutgers
A long time ago
Is their football team good?
How would I know?

Yes, football does not
Interest me one bit
Through a whole game
I doubt I could sit

But hey, as they say
To each different strokes
So congrats to all you
Clemson-loving blokes

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Sports Report

Some people sled
And some people ski
But anything with snow?
That’s just not for me

Some people use rackets
To hit balls and play tennis
But watch me aim a ball?
Trust me, I’m a menace

What about soccer
Or other team-like sports?
Nope, not for me, thanks
They put me out of sorts

Golf looked oh so civilized
Until I tried to play
And realized that at home
Is where I should have stayed

I like to exercise
But athletic I am not
Eye-hand coordination
Is something I don’t got

The best activity for me
Is to take a vigorous walk
At any high-falutin’ games
My skill set simply balks

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The Super Bowl Blues

Super Bowl Sunday
I’m just not the type
To get too wrapped up
In all of the hype

I watch a few ads
And do lots of snacking
But of football itself
My interest is lacking

First down or touchdown?
I really don’t care
Of most every play
I remain unaware

I eat too much junk
My mind starts to wonder
When is the half-time show?
Between chips I’ll ponder

That extravaganza over
And the food almost done
I head off to bed
Not knowing who won

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