A True Fan
My passion an not be held in check,
I have to scream, root for my team, driver, or family on,
A three wide pass, the running back breaks free,
I am on my feet yelling g0, go, go, WHOOO!
It is a touchdown, we win the race!
People are looking at me funny, I do not care,
To be filled with uncontrollable passion is just who I am,
But then the team losses, the driver crashes
Now I am the opposite, mad, sullen, heartbroken,
I scream in frustration, punch the wall, let out the anger,
You shake off the loss, there is always next week or next year,
As the new week/year begins it starts all over again,
And once more you can not be held in check.
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