I dislike having to get up at such an hour, 
But I obsess about it.
It’s cloudless summer night.
The moonless night settles in its solace.
It’s past midnight, I don’t want to miss out.
I must go somewhere to watch the game.
As the night quietens, I hear the dogs bark.
I gently shut the door behind.
I must hurry, or else I might get caught.

I feel summer winds blow past me,
as I move fast past the front of my house.
I walk through the woods, across the small creek,
to climb the squeaky wobbly fence, bare feet. 
And through the half-open window, I enter the room.
By the window sill, the small B/W TV, 
sits on the dusty wooden table, red truck battery lay under it. 
The black and red wires run from 
the battery up, to power the TV.
I sit in one corner of the room inquisitively.
There are no lights in the room except from the TV.

GOAL!!! The only sound breaks the silence of the night.

I go out every night to watch the game,
everyone is still asleep, when I return home. 
I enter the room, crawl into my bed quietly, 
pretending to be asleep.

I could have missed the game otherwise,
Thank you, my friend, you were just then.