Wishful Thinking

I'm in a hotel room watching a football game when I wonder why am I watching a football game and come to think of it what am I doing in this hotel room and I get up and step into the hall where there are room service trays with silver bowls full of lobster shells next to every door except mine and I think oh goody I've always wanted to have lobster alone in a hotel room so I go back in thinking I'll stay and wait for my meal which must be coming soon and flop on the bed and flip through the channels for something more interesting than football but everything else is either excessively dramatic or mundane beyond words so I return to the game and find comfort in all the talk about things I don't understand and couldn't care less about but there is something about it that seems perfectly fair in this unfair world with these players in red taking on the players in black like the ant battles I used to watch on the playground while the other kids played football and I think this is it at long last I'm going to figure out the rules and get into the game like a true man and I watch the ants scramble waiting for the whistle to blow.