Impov of "I Went into the Maverick Bar" by Gary Snyder
I went into Tailgate
I went into the tailgate
in Tuscaloosa, Alabama.
And shovled down brats and chips
bathed in beer.
My chubby exterior hideden under a Nike pullover.
I'd left my wallet in the car.
Two drunks argued about Florida
by Denny-Chimes.
A mother asked us
where we grew up?
the Millon Dollar band began to play
"Yeah Alabama"
And with the next chorus
two fans started to fight.
They embraced like two lions fighting
over territory;
I recalled last year's game
in Athens, Georgia.
The elation and roughness-
marriage-my stuidity.
I could almost love you again.
If only-we weren't fans-
under an obligation of faith-
In the shadow of the giant concrete monster
I become myself again,
The real life is back, and
"I love you once again."
This "If only we weren't fans" idea--you could expand on that as you work with this, listing consequences of being a fan, or possibilities of not being a fan, what you would do differently. What could have happened at the game in Athens? I'm not trying to be nosy here, you could, and probably should, make something up. You've described so much side-action at the Tuscaloosa tailgate, I'd love to see scenes from Athens.
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