The Football Game Is on TV
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From the book My Dog Likes to Disco
The football game is on TV.
The chips are in the bowl.
We’re totally excited and
about to lose control.
Our living room has turned into
a huge, chaotic scene.
We’re madly jumping up and down.
We’re screaming at the screen.
My mom and dad are yelling
while my baby brother wails.
My sister’s sitting on the sofa
chewing on her nails.
I’m running all around the room
as if I’ve lost my mind.
It’s not because our team’s ahead.
It’s not that they’re behind.
The reason that we’re shouting
and we’re running all about,
is that the game was tied and then
the Internet went out.
— Kenn Nesbitt
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Reading Level: Grade 2
From the Book My Dog Likes to Disco
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