Worst day of the year.

If I cry, I will die.
If I whine, I will sigh,
If I frolic, become an alcoholic, 
Because football, is over. 
Until August.

Happy New Year Poem

Has it been a year already?
Have we grown a year together?
Have we broke all of our resolutions?
Like 90% accuracy with the weather?

I guess we'll all cheer again,
When next year comes around
We'll all breathe a sign of relief
When 2013 is then drowned.