Flyover Halftime

He copped the tickets from a scalper
We paid a little premium but we figured it was justified.
We got up to the parking lot a couple hours early
To check up on the enemy and make sure we were fortified.
Everybody's talking about the matchup in the trenches.
The clash of the defenses. Someone's got to make a stop.
We were drinking from a cooler in the hatchback of a Honda
He had borrowed from his brother cause his truck was in the shop.

By the time we stumbled up to our seats
Half of us barely could see.
I was foaming at the mouth and fading in and out
For the national anthem.

Cause you're gonna go rabid
If you keep getting bit by the rat race.

You'll be fighting and sniping
At the factions within the same fanbase.

We all overdo the salute
When the hornets hit the flyover halftime.

But his eyes get so wild and I could tell by his smile
He was plotting a stunt for the timeline.

He's never been so good at modern mathematics
But subtraction just comes really naturally.
Because most of his life they've been taking things away from him
And saying they'll come back to us eventually.

But now it feels like this town's
Near the end of the whole sordid affair

And it's hard to explain
With no emoji indicating despair.

Just before half with like ten seconds left
The ref made a terrible call.

My man flew down the stairs and jumped over the rail
Shook off the security and picked up the ball

And now he's running.
We've got a fan on the field.
We're gonna cut to commercial.
We've got a fan on the field.
Don't want to give him attention.
Let's not make him a legend.

For eluding defenders
And high stepping
Right towards the end zone.

So we held up our phones and
Tried to capture the moment
Felt like we finally won one at home.

Then a hush from the crowd
As the clubs took him down
Just as the was crossing the goal line.

So we conceded defeat and
Started ripping up the seats.
And flipping off the flyover halftime.