big game

you've loosened
your belt
for the big
game.
you've doctored
a hundred
chicken wings
with texas
pete hot sauce
and loaded
a dozen sliced
deep fried
poatoes with
cheese and bacon.
you've baked enough
brownies to fill
a bapist
preacher
on his pot luck
rounds.
you pour a bag
of fritos
into the big
bowl. pop a beer.
put on your sweat
pants
and lucky gold
underwear.
in three hours,
they'll stop talking
and the game
will begin, if
you don't fall
asleep first.