Devilish Angels
I temper my fanaticism

I start with tempered hope, ‘cause I’ve been there before, having blind faith in my team, if they win one, I don’t get excited — I don’t hop on the bandwagon or jump in front of a moving train
All my teams are devilish angels — they may suck or be possessed, but in the future, they will be golden and give me what I need
I may watch two pitches of a game, check the score on my Apple Watch, but I know — they will take me through the proverbial wringer if I let them
So I go about my usual day, folding clothes and putting them away, place the frozen chicken into the defroster for a stir fry later on — take my medication, and clean my flip-flops and Teva sandals — Make sure the trash is out on collection day
And I go back periodically to monitor the game, sigh a little when they're down by five and then move on — whether my team wins or loses, it’s not the end of the world.
Much thanks to Lucy Dan 蛋小姐 (she/her/她) for her “Slow Burner” prompt:
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