So Long, Football
So Long, Football
So long, football! You were a fine sport
While you lasted, and fans of a sort
Found true joy watching you.
What improbable cue
Made you heed the command: SELF-ABORT?
—Tom Riley
So Long, Football
So long, football! You were a fine sport
While you lasted, and fans of a sort
Found true joy watching you.
What improbable cue
Made you heed the command: SELF-ABORT?
—Tom Riley
Russian Hackfest
You don’t believe the Superbowl was hacked?
Don’t be a fool, my lad! Don’t talk that way!
This isn’t just a theory; it’s a fact.
Why, it’s attested by the CIA!
Hacking’s a game the Russians love to play:
They hack elections, even other games.
If you dig deep in regions vague and gray,
You will substantiate our wildest claims.
The Russians always have destructive aims.
They like Tom Brady… well… because they do!
Whenever flames are high, they’ll fan those flames—
The Russians will, I mean. So get a clue!
You need to keep your pointless doubts from forming.
This fact’s as certain, say, as global warming.
–Tom Riley
Future Football
They will not play the game they used to play.
Everything will be altered by design.
Guys: no hard hits! Please find a gentler way.
We can’t have violent impact on the line.
Speed and coordination? They’re still fine.
Don’t be so good, however, that you make
Others feel bad. If other players whine,
Adjust your skill and tactics for their sake.
It’s not for winning that your heart should ache.
Rather, play so that everyone feels good
At the end of the game – and undertake
To do as sports reporters say you should.
Don’t sack the quarterback: that hurts his head.
It’s better that you marry him instead.
–Tom Riley
(First appeared in Trinacria, Fall 2013.)