The Pigskin Gladiators Face Off
By Hedy-Jo Huss, Soldotna
We are the Eagles. Patriots are our prey.
It is Super Bowl Five-Two today.
We raptors are in it to win it.
Not only the gladiators assembled in Minneapolis to play.
At $3,000 or more for a ticket,
Full house seems not to regret.
Scalpers circling in a Rolls? R-E-A-L-L-Y?
To fork out the max, how S-I-L-L-Y!
Oh! To have viewed from a toasty corporate skybox.
For the guests, no-cost food and grog.
For starters, there’s lox.
Filet mignon topped with bernaise.
What’s the best part?
Someone else pays!
22-12 come halftime.
Come on gladiators from the Northeast state,
You musn’t whine.
From the preferred seating
section, Mrs. Brady’s expression
went from beaming to confused.
What if Nieman and Marcus
her next big-ticket purchase would refuse?
Performer Justin Timberlake
may have felt upstaged by
the beyond-cool light show,
but the crowd definitely did not know.
Time-outs and more
opportunities were available.
Passes — and yes — touchdowns
were completable.
The annual classic pigskin championship game over, 41-33.
Eagles had soared to the top of their tree!
P.S. To Patriot fans
If things don’t go your way today — condolences.
To all, Super Bowl 53 is only a year away.
