I THINK that I shall never see
A Pro Team that appeals to me.
A team that doesn’t hunt for prey
And take our hard-earned cash away.
A team with players who don't wear
A haughty attitude, and swear.
A team with players who desire
To be role models I admire.
A team where conscience causes pain
When virtuous players they disdain.
Games were invented for fools like me
Who seek escape from reality.
Apologies to poet, Joyce Kilmer (1886 – 1918)! And I need to hurry now lest I’m late to my Super Bowl Party.