Final Season Ending Game

Final Season Ending Game by Tom Agayoff

(To be sung to the melody of Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down
written by Kris Kristofferson and sung by Johnny Cash)

Well I woke up Sunday morning
Thinking in my head
That I could win
Thursday night's performance by Drew Brees
Was so bad I thought might have a chance.

Then I mumbled to myself
bout my chances
s'not good to think about.
And I shaved my face
And combed my hair
And trotted down the hall
to face my fate.

I'd racked my brain the night before
With Ce' vers and Backs
That I've been switch-en'
Pow-ered up my Lap Top, and wai-ted
with eager an-ti-ca-pa-tion'.

Assessed the forty points on Thurs-day-
3 hun-dred minutes left
eyeing pan-ic-stricken
And I look back on the sea-son
At games I'd lost somehow
not trading along the way.

On the Sun-day Mor-ning fi-nal
sea-son end-ing show-down
Cause there's something in this Sunday
That makes a player feel alone
And there's nothing short of crying
Half as irksome or profound
with those final seconds on Monday
and the season crashing down.