As the frost-bitten mornings of spring disappear;
and the warm days of summer are soon to be here.
I feel a hole so empty and wide;
that nothing can fill it from deep down inside.
Yes the dogs days of summer bring sun, fun and cheer;
but to me they are empty, because football's not here.
The swish of a net, or the crack of a bat;
leave much to be desired..........I'll just leave it at that.
The 4th of July lights up the sky;
and a warm summer sunset brings a tear to my eye.
As the smell of the grill gently floats through the air;
and the smoke of a campfire clings to your hair.
The laughter of children playing out in the sun;
and the neighborhood pool provides hours of fun.
But the glass is half empty, and not very clear;
and it doesn't feel right with football not here.
Without football, what would I be;
a rootless plant, a leafless tree?...............
An un-made bed, a poem half written;
a frost-bitten hand with no warmth of a mitten.
But I know that this void will soon go away;
as the start of preseason gets closer each day.
The crack of the pads, and the loud whistle blowing;
will undoubtedly get my blood flowing.
Training camp stories, and team progress notes;
media surrounding the Skins like a moat.
Our future which rests on a young RG3;
hangs in the balance of his injured knee.
The right tackle battle, the number two wide receiver;
can the rookies at safety make you a believer?
Can Kirk take the reigns if Griffins not ready?.............
will Kai learn to kick the ball deeper than the twenty?
Can Orakpo regain form from a pectoral tear?...........
can Amerson learn just to peek, not stare?
Only 53 men will be chosen from many;
so get out your torches, and have pitchforks ready,..........
for when Doughty gets cut, an angry mob will conspire;
and will call for Mike Shanahan to retire.
But fear not my friends, for you all soon shall see;
that our record this year will be better by three!
Yes the summer is filled with many wonderful things;
with the fun and happiness warm weather brings.
But to me the fun starts when summers end is near;
for that's when I know football's finally here!