by James Finn Garner
Play all the games in Arizona?
Could it be done? Would we wanna?
Played in front of empty stands
Masks on players, gloves on hands
Players going through the motions
Or passing out while sweating oceans
With beer ads showing bars and fêtes
While we sit alone, drooling in our seats
Broadcast to the waiting masses
Numb from our brains on down to our asses
Trapped because of the pandemic–
Already feels like a Schwarzenegger flick.
