The Hand Off

It's Sunday afternoon,
Favorite teams are playing,
But this is no game,
Its time for the hand off.

It's Sunday afternoon,
Daddy's the quarterback,
Mommy's the running back,
But this hand off is different.

It's Sunday afternoon,
Cheers in the sports bar,
Tears in the parking lot,
The child is the football.

It's Sunday afternoon,
Mommy had her weekend,
She smiles and says "Hi",
She puts on her best smile.

It's Sunday afternoon,
Daddy had his weekend,
One last hug goodbye,
He fights back the tears.

The football is loose,
Bouncing around confused,
Bouncing out of controll,
No "Thrill",only "Agony".