Communications, through the day,
proceeded much the same.
No matter where they started, they
concluded with The Game.

Some folks were disappointed,
others judged where blame should lie.
I just could not escape it.
'Twas no sense to even try.

The radio was spewing "talk"
and when I listened in
the analysts were telling why
the home team didn't win.

And then I heard a comment
which I just could not dismiss.
It penetrated to my heart
and set me writing this.

A man gave his opinion
(which, that day, all seemed to do).
He said: the first half was quite fine
but not half number two.

'Twas struck by this conclusion
and it caused me to reflect.
The two halves I repondered
and my thoughts, I did collect.

The game's first half was filled
with lots of action, I can vouch.
Gram Lister showed her "moves"
when jumping, loudly from the couch!

That op'ning half, I fully watched.
I witnessed all the cheers.
I've not watched that much football
since the early Reagan years.

But, I enjoyed the second half,
no question, so much more!
Each minute was delightful
and I never knew the score.