Now there were only screams,
an onslaught of screams,
the people jumping in rhythm,
and football players feeding off of the noise.
There’s singing screams, like bum-bum-bum but piercingly loud,
and then cheering-you-on screams and get-the-damn-ball screams and what-are-you-doing screams.
Then shrill-hyena screams that either laugh with you or at you,
and then we-won-omg-call-my-friends-I-told-him-so-post-this-now screams
Then screams after the game that have little voice to be heard the this-tailgate-isn’t-over-yet-I-made-burgers screams
When they finally leave you can hear nothing but the be-back-next-Saturday screams...