Football season has started,
and now I canít hear a thing.
By howling at the television,
I donít think it will change anything.
My husband is growling,
and in his eyes thereís a fiery gleam.
Poor guy, heís rooting for Detroit,
the Lions, his home-state team.
Budweiser in hand,
his arms, they keep flying about.
Honestly, I sure donít know why
he has to loudly scream and shout.
The Bears are kicking the Lionsí butt,
and heís gone crazy and mad.
But I just sit here like itís an everyday thing.
Really it is very sad.
I had high hopes this morning,
but that was before I knew it all.
The Bears had home-field advantage,
and for me that really said it all.