I can’t recall how many times I’ve heard Dore say, “It was the best game ever!” Clearly, the 49’ers had won the game this afternoon. Cars were honking and people were celebrating in the street as I rode home in the bus.
“They going to the Super Bowl now?” I asked Dore.
“Not yet. One more before the final game.”
Super Bowl Sunday is Feb 5. I have a poetry reading in Cotati that day. Someone predicted that my audience will be all women, if I’ll have an audience at all.
You know what I’m thinking but it’s bad form for me to say it. I just wish there are more (a lot more) people who prefer poetry reading than football.
Football is an ant game: Poetry is a god game.
Amen to that!