NEW POETRY VIDEO:
On the eve of the NFC Championship
between the Los Angeles Rams and
the SAN FRANCISCO FORTY NINERS
I’m finding myself feeling nostalgic, excited, and of course #faithful. This poetry video entitled FAITHFUL is a testament to my love for a very particular team. Sending the players, coaching staff, traveling fans, traveling FAMS, and the medical staff all the love, safety, and focus the universe can muster up. GO NINERS!!!
Play with confidence. Play for each other. Play for fun. Play to WIN.
Play for a chance to hoist the Lombardi Trophy at the SUPER BOWL in a couple weeks. The entire EMPIRE is behind you.
FAITHFUL (poem text)
I remember running around the yard
as a very small child
arms in the air like Joe Cool under pressure
yelling out “We won! We won!”
For any onlooker it wouldn’t have been hard
to see my fanhood had truly begun
Jersey number of the mountainous name
matching the Roman numerals of the big game
shying away from instantaneous fame
becoming the Golden gate’s adopted son
Believing at an age very young
anything was possible
content to simply run
Not a care in the world
plenty for my team
come true dream
witness to the very first one
Stars in their search for more shine
The Catch, The Stop to stand, and the pass
over the middle to Taylor
cementing The Drive
No one but Prime in his time
was a match for the hands
of our Mississippi Valley savior,
the greatest receiver ever alive.
When run and gun Young got the monkey
and the ghost of the comeback kid
off his back against the Bolts
we became the First to Five
Re͏d and Gold until my head grows too old, and I’m dead and cold.
Until Roger Craig or Frank Gore bowl me over as though I’ve been steam rolled,
or Mostert leaves me dead in the dirt
unable to see what I hold
Re͏d and Gold, heart and soul,
forever faithful even when they were seven minutes
from a sixth Super Bowl.
Faithful when Rathman came from Nebraska,
And P. Willy came from Ole Miss,
Faithful in my love for Katie Sowers,
and when I pretend to give Kittle a kiss.
Re͏d and Gold in my heart I hold.
Forever Faithful at Keyzar, the Stick, and the home of the lucky Levi’s
Down with the young blood, proud to be enough for Lance, Warner, and Deebo my guys
though I’ve never gotten to put my bottom in the stands.
Faithful hearing the yells of ‘Forty Whiners!’
and Bowman’s knee shatter as he cried out,
from we battle peacocks fans.
As we continue the quest for Six
our heart and soul shown by the hues
in our gear
Underdogs in the critics picks
yet who this forever faithful fan
will always choose despite taking licks
playing without fear
playing for each other
clearly held dear
with another Lombardi so near
playing like giant children
running around their own yard
yelling out for the world to hear
“This is our year!”
“THIS IS OUR YEAR“