The screen flashes silent images of screaming fans
and armored men rushing at each other
colliding in rough embrace
a ball falls to the ground abandoned
the player examines his elbows for injury.
The radio disrupts the air
Prairie Home Companion
a laugh track
He sits in the middle of it
this media menagerie
diving hand into bag
and hand into bag
piling tortilla with bean dip
cheering along with the gaping mouths of
This is what I will remember
when impossibly old
I sit angled comfortably into chair
while sons and grandsons gather around
to explain the rules
When a cool breeze twines itself round my arm
travels down my collar.
When goosebumps arrive
a welcome guest.
When I recall the first football Sunday
that was more about the game
than the score.