Such a Bore

A crowded bar, a deafening roar,
But I don't care I'm such a bore.
A plasma screen with little men
Is it done? I'll go home then.

They run around with misdirection
Like they're mad from some infection
But people love it, the crazy fools
I'm just glad I know the rules.

Made to stand in some cold draft
And forced to watch them in their craft
Oh look! Just wait! They dropped the ball
How can this game the mass enthrall.

One team wins and the other loses,
All men spent with cuts and bruises
Almost done, and throats are raw,
But I don't care I'm such a bore