She asked, \"Do they play in the rain?\"
Her eyes wide with genuine wonder,
I chuckled, \"Yes, they don’t pause.\"
Pointing, \"Is that their uniform?\"
With a smile, \"Yes, that’s their pride.\"
She stared, \"Who paints their faces?\"
Amused, I said, \"That’s for spirit.\"
\"Why so many whistles and flags?\"
\"Rules,\" I answered. \"They guide play.\"
\"Are they all famous?\" she pondered,
\"Most are,\" I said. \"Heroes here.\"
She leaned in, \"What’s a first down?\"
Explained, \"It’s moving ahead,\"
She sighed, \"So many things,\"
I nodded, \"You\'ll catch on.\"
\"Why’s everyone so rowdy?\" she asked,
\"Passion, it heats the winter’s cold.\"
She paused, \"Like us?\" A nod. \"Yes, like us.\"