The Good Ones Are Always Leaving

The Good Ones Are Always Leaving      
Dedicated to my favorite football team        
Oh when the Saints go marching In        
Congratulations Drew Brees on your milestone records, it is well deserved        
        
Men and Their Sports        
My passion of all sorts        
Yes, I am putting your gender in the spotlight today        
You’re fair game for whatever I have to say        
Are you ready handsome men        
Hum…how about baseball; shall I begin        
         
A ball and a hard whacking stick        
If I was being naughty in thoughts, I will compare that to a hard swinging ...k          
Fill those blanks in on your own accord        
Today my keyboard is mightier than the sword        
Don’t worry I’m not keeping any scores        
Three bases to clear as you’re running        
Teammates on their feet cheering you on as you’re gunning        
Sliding straight into Home Plate at any rate        
Congratulations heard with claps of elate        
Bench cleared you’ve sealed our fate        
         
For this jubilated day of grace        
Yes! Yes! We just won the pennant race        
World Series with seven games to play        
Be that it may        
Stadium attendees all on their feet        
Batter Up, feet implanted by cleats        
Ball one        
The pitcher’s ball is a smoking gun        
Bottom of the Ninth Ending and the scores are tight        
Now one wants to be watching after nine endings all night        
         
Bases loaded        
Trying at best to keep your mind from unfolding        
Fastball        
Strick one as the empire call        
Shoot I’m done        
Looking around, darn I just had to be the last one        
Pitcher takes his stand back on the mound        
Looking down at the catcher’s hand signals like a bloodhound        
You silently praying he pitches your groove        
No longer worried about his signature move        
Ball to bat        
And just like that        
Crowd on their feet smiling like a Cheshire cat        
The final grand slam we’ve all been waiting for        
Four men hustling home to score        
         
Are you ready for some Football        
SweetKittyCat aka Sporty Girl’s favorite sport of them all        
Coin toss        
The other team loss        
Deferred into the second half        
He who scores first gets the last laugh        
Quarterback controls the tempo        
Four quarters of play memorized by the coach’s memo        
Driving down a field of grass or turf        
So many penalties, injuries, and beer commercials before our team scores first        
Ten more yards to score        
Offense against Defense a manly tug-of-war        
Looking at the play clock’s countdown ticker        
Pass, run, maybe even a trick play, or a flea-flicker        
Ball sailing into the end zone        
Knock Knock is anyone home        
Touchdown for the Hometown        
Not so fast Red flag thrown        
Official Review        
With plenty of stadium boos        
Overturned        
Ball returned        
We’re not concerned        
We try this play again        
Team we are here today to win        
Wait it’s a Quarterback sneak        
Keeping alive our winning streak        
Point kicked after        
The win handed to us on a silver platter        
         
Super Bowl        
Two teams playing with heart and soul        
Win or lose we learn to console        
Hopefully the Saints or my adopted hometown the Philadelphia Eagles        
Hum, anyone smell something hidden or illegal        
Some say the games are rigged        
For a viewership gig        
The sole purpose of hitting a Vegas payout real big        
Hey, did someone check all the footballs        
For the good of us all        
I would had loved to be a Ladybug on that wall        
One team practices are known to be unclean        
No design to throw shade or sound mean        
By hey it’s history        
Ask Roger Goodell and his twisted tongue mysteries        
         
Two great teams have outlasted the best        
Left behind for a seasonal rest        
AFC against the NFC        
A great game next year, as fate guarantees        
Vince Lombardi Trophy is the main goal        
As long as the referees does not step out of their paid roles        
Penalties after penalties backing up a team into their own hole        
Or trust me, heads will began to roll        
         
Go Saints, we love you Drew Brees the New Orleans Saints will continue to fly        
Hanging other teams out to dry        
Any team we face will be the fish to fry        
Allow this last win to be their mental guide        
Their fans standing with principles and their city bragging with pride        
Bring their city home a championship        
At least for the fans who will make a roundtrip        
         
Basketball, I’m sorry fans, it’s not my passion or my game        
Not meaning to add fuel to a sadden unlit flame        
         
Men and their Sports        
Hey, isn’t there another sport where men wear shorts        
Handsome and very popular        
Ooh yeah, the muscular bodied men of Soccer        
They do great tricks with their hands and their head        
I wonder does those skills extend under the covers in bed        
         
Let me praise the players of Hockey        
Umm…those are some very handsome looking cocky jockeys        
Some pictured in magazines straddling a Kawasaki        
The Stanley Cup        
I give you all my two thumbs up        
         
So when we women are disgruntled by the loud cheering and jeering        
Just remember we are also in front of the television leering        
Hard male bent over buns from the back, let’s not talk about the displayed front        
Our imagination going wild, secretly wishing for the weight of that thrusting blunt        
Men and their Sports        
         
         
What a ride … good luck Drew.. you made football worth watching season after season. Brees joined NBC Sunday Night Football as an analyst in 2021 following his retirement announcement the same year        
         
Who Dat        
         
Winners never quit and quitters never win.        
Vince Lombardi