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Super Bowl Sunday
Today is the new holiday established in 1967 by the NFL.
It was the white elephant idea that gave the AFL equal footing,
As the Packers proved the dominance of the older established league.
The setting was now in place, as the years passed, the legacy grew.
It has become more than just a game, but an event of gala stature;
As the nation unifies regardless of race, creed, religion, or national origin.
This is the Super Bowl and all of our differences pass away.
Today,only the two teams separate us in our friendly bantering.
Strangers become friends and enemies seem to relax their grievances.
The beer flows deep, along with pizza, chicken wings, and chips n dip.
This is a festival celebrating what American's truly are at our very core.
This is the pageant, the extravaganza, the show, and yes, there is even a football game.
Those who don't even give two hoots about football or who is playing in this game
Still are drawn into this events gravitational pull, as the sense of community feels real.
The national identity appears to get wrapped up within the grips of this gridiron battle,
As the power of this soothes our collective souls seeing that we can be humane.
The day is always too short as Monday is just around the corner only hours away.
All the peace and unity dissolves quickly as everyone returns to their separate corners.
Come Monday life is back to normal, strangers are once again strangers, enemies return to war,
As this shallow peace is all that our creation can make, it doesn't last.
This seems to add to the unrealness of the event, as it is more than just a game;
As it reminds us of our civil natures, of the peace within that we crave.
But we know that this man-made carnival is just too short,
For reality waits for us on Monday morning when we all return to our separate lives.
Super Bowl Sunday is a glimpse into what each of our hearts desire,
But it turns out to be only a cheap fling giving temporary pleasure;
Leaving us more hollow than before, still seeking the reality of life,
Only to be given a circus along with a game, but I'm still hungry for truth.
3Feb08
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