School begins, football starts and fall is in the air.
The papers cover local teams to tell us how they’ll fare.
Quarterbacks and halfbacks, a running back or two;
safety, ends and kickers, throw in some linemen too.
Every mother smiles to see her young son’s name in print.
“He’s bound to be a starter!” In Dad’s eye there is a glint.
So the first game comes along — my son, he’s on the line.
“Dive right,” “cut block,” “quarterback sneak,” he’s in there every time.
We have the plays, players too, everybody reasons.
This is the year, there’s no doubt, we’ll have a winning season.
The paper lauds the quarterback, his passes are supreme.
The wide receiver, there’s a guy — the fastest that we’ve seen.
Did you see the many yards gained by the running back?
And no one ever will forget the defense on the sack.
The linemen on the defense are listed one by one.
Numbering every tackle in the game they won.
And so on down the list of plays and scores until they’re done.
But — wait a minute! His name’s not there — I cannot find my son!