I watched the Super Bowl with my man,
Although I'm not a very big fan.
And at first, he didn't know which side
To choose, so then he had to decide.

But once my husband made up his mind,
No indecision was there to find.
The Buccaneers deserved their shot,
And Kansas City most surely did not.

So we stocked up on various chips,
Armed ourselves with adequate dips,
Took our positions for the night,
Prepared for the most remote kind of fight.

Though we somehow missed the first half hour,
Our determination never soured.
We watched as the Chiefs incurred penalties,
Much to Jorge's delight, near to ecstasies.

Though not a Tom Brady fan in the past,
He made peace with it now, at long last.
He screamed and hollered what he had to say,
And thrashed about, with me in the way.

I came through it, bodily parts intact,
What would otherwise have been an attack.
But it's entertainment, only, for sure,
An American sport, with a strange allure.

The points added up, for the Buccaneers,
As Jorge let loose his vociferous cheers.
While the Chiefs only fell further back,
With Tampa Bay clearly on the right track.

Kansas City was limping through the end,
Tampa's victory in sight, around the bend.
When the Buccaneers made football history,
Tom Brady was chosen, their MVP.

Coach's mom, ninety-five, had a front-row seat,
Brady's young daughter jumped way off her feet,
Holding that trophy up high in her hand,
A moment of triumph for Tampa Bay fans.

My husband was happy as he could be,
As he soaked in all he wanted to see.
We were grateful for all the fun that night,
But being together, that was our delight.