The Blue Sea

Moving in waves 
through the streets of AA.
Ah yes,
a typical Saturday.
Those of all ages
walking with excitement
for a single purpose.
As the waves pour in
as body of one,
the air is crisp 
yet,
kissed with the dampness of the pregame essentials.
As the seats begin to fill
this sea of blue expands.
Transformed into an ocean,
the first play is called.
The roar of the audience 
is the loudest of all.
Yells and horns,
whistles and grunts
drown the silence of the bowl.
In the midst of the game
a different wave persists.
Fan’s flinging arms is of what is consists.
Around and around it goes.
They say the players make the games.
I disagree.
Only insisting that it is the passion and pride
of the fans.
As the bowl drains and the fans empty
that passion follows them to wherever they retire.
The wave may subside,
but the passion still flows.