The String
by j. hughes
They call it the string,
and you play it out.
It’s not a fun thing,
to be writing about.
Too often this team
has found themselves here.
Ending a dream,
with eyes on next year.
The table was set
for a brilliant campaign.
Expectations unmet,
we keep corked the champagne.
The string is what we fear,
to see it played out,
As we add another year
To the Super Bowl drought.