My team is my tribe, in instinctive cry
my raw emotions live and die with each
gut wrench win or loss, where we crow and vie
dominance that no one can ever breach.
A dog lifts leg in silent howl of - mine!
The home field advantage is sacred land
defended with hubris on our sideline
that no sum of cool reason can withstand.
The athlete is the warrior complete
with identificationís potency,
where I always vicarious compete
and bask in homoerotic glory.
Sublimation of primal urge to kill
human culture does sportingly fulfill.