Daddy's Football Game
Our turkey dinner is hardly gone,
when Daddy says, "The game is on."
He tunes it in, takes off his shoes,
and turns to watch his heroes lose.
He seems to take it very hard
whenever they fall short a yard.
"Another incomplete," he grunts,
"more penalties, more bungled punts."
"They're missing tackles," Daddy mumbles,
"dropping passes, making fumbles...
INTERCEPTION!" Daddy roars,
as once again the wrong team scores.
He sits and screams, we sit and grin,
he gets so mad when they don't win.
Thanksgiving wouldn't be the same
without my father's football game.
--Jack Preluntsky, It's Thanksgiving
Matt (Jack and Anne's daddy) is a big football guy--a college player and now a coach for his old high school team (Faith Christian Academy). He doesn't really make a fuss when he watches games, like the daddy in this poem, but I thought it was cute anyway. There will definitely be games on all weekend at our house.
Anne and Jack loved going to all his games this last season. Faith made it to the last semi-final game (the next game would have been state). It was a great season. The kids usually wore the school-color sweaters (above) knitted by my mom . Go coach!