Excited and anxious I await my dream To escape, applaud And embrace my team Opening day I always can trust It’s just for this high That I crazily lust Return of our hero Does brighten the days Just briefly, my troubles Get lost in the haze The grace from the field Arouses the crowd Reflects on the days When I was quite proud I’m more entranced Than the average fan I used to play, you see And I know I still can That time I drove the ball With such loft My exit atop shoulders As they carried me off This pastime and I Just fade into one Expanded upon From father and son My boy is young And awkward for now I just need the time And can show him how I really am quite close Just a break away From straightening things out And being okay I can help my team To regain its glory With just a little twist To the same old story Players say now They play for themselves This causes a burning Within me that dwells The fan is the one Who pays for the game Which bestows all the riches And welcomed fame The players will listen But really don’t hear All the while just hiding Behind an invisible tear I grow tired now of all this greed And chart a course to set things free -Gil Renard (THE FAN)