Monday Night Football

just some old memories that Jacob inspired with his latest poem, again... Thank you, Jacob!

A Lady's Memories of Monday Night Football Games...

 

Like softest fleece

Beneathe the warmth

Of a man’s oversized

Sweatshirt

Beloved

 

Snuggled in

A cocoon of musky

Aftershave and smokey

Wood

 

Protected, cared,

Beloved

Nurtured through cold nights

And loud stadium highlights

 

Drunk men and cold beer

The smell of peanuts

Warm hotdogs

And

Someone’s lost

Vomit

On the stairs below

 

Monday Night Football

In the Stands…

 

Bright Ocean Star; September 23, 2015

Author's Note

I don't know what this is or from where it came. Lately, I read one of Jacob's poems, and this string of endless words just bubbles up. Thank you for reading and leaving your great reviews. :)

Reviews

[s y e]

The first two stanza's sound so romantic and lovely and it is then in stanza three when you tell us you're in the stadium that we get a sense of the feel and atmosphere. Having your boyfriend or husband's jumper is über cute, I love it, it's so cute to see.

I love this, never been to a football stadium before, apart from the vomit, sounds quite good, haha! This is great Anne, I loved the imagery (except the vomit, lol) and the wording was so eloquent.

Marvellous!
Hugs.

[Bright Ocean Star]

Thank you for dropping in for a review. I'm happy you enjoyed it. Just a random memory that I forgot was puttering around inside my head...:)

[Ranger Kessel]

Very nice write. It brings back memories for me. I have been away for a while but I will make it a point to stop by again soon. I always enjoyed your works. Thank you for sharing this.

[~]

Oh my, what a memory.. skillfully you made me feel, listen and smell those hours of football and the men so passionate about them.
Definitely spoken like a true woman! :D

[Bright Ocean Star]

There is something very feminine and alluring about being wrapped in your man's soft sweatshirt. He's usually too passionate about the game to worry about being a little cold anyway! Ha-ha! Thank you for stopping to read and leave such a nice review. You always seem to understand me..:)

[Michael G. Smith]

Great write. There's something special about sitting in the cold snuggled next to the one you love cheering grown men to chase after a ball.

[Bright Ocean Star]

Absolutely. It is a really good memory. One I am going to have to repeat before it's too late. Thank you, Michael. :)

[Perkele.7885]

It's great that couples do things together, even though they are not enamored with their mates choice of activity. It is the giving, the closeness, the memory for the years later when the mobility is no longer an ability for either of them.

[Bright Ocean Star]

Yes, Perkele, it is so important to go out of your way to do something your mate enjoys doing, just to share in the experience. Acts of love are often just extending yourself to give your time for someone else. Thank you for stopping by to read and leave such a kind review. Be blesssed!

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

I am glad my lady likes football, it is something we can share at home or at the stadium.

On a side note, a woman in nothing but a football jersey is so sexy

[Bright Ocean Star]

Thank you, Cowboy. It is nice to share sports events with your significant other. And you're right about the jersey, but this was intended to be a rated G poem, so I simply didn't go there! Ha! Leaves something to the imagination...:)

[Relic]

I've never experienced a game myself with the exception of TV, but now I know what to watch out for on the stairs below. :)

[Bright Ocean Star]

Thank you, Relic. If you ever get a chance, you should go. Even if it is a baseball game. The television makes the field look so huge, but when you are there it is amazing to me how small the whole thing really is. Thank you for reviewing this little bit of nothing. I do appreciate it. :)

[Einstein Noodle]

well! you are certainly keeping it real!! all that fall romance and touch of vomitous!! i can smell the hard wood benches as well ... these two lines:
"Someone’s lost
Vomit" create such a sharp contrast .... it cements your poem in in my egg noodle brain! i like it!
E.

[Bright Ocean Star]

Thank you, E! I couldn't help but throw that last little line in. It is an image I, unfortunately, won't ever forget! Ha-ha!

[Einstein Noodle]

ohhhh ahaha confessional eh!? i would never had guessed ... i vividly recall my first go round with whiskey and the ensuing crawl around the neighborhood golf course on hands and knees ... have thought of myself as some vagrant dog ever since .. could not even smell whiskey for many years afterward without getting sick ... sometimes we live and are forced to learn eh!? :}