Her First Super Bowl

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."