The Fan (a poem)

This is a poem that I wrote some time ago and it seems appropriate for this time of year (baseball season is winding down; hockey season is gearing up). It is in the villanelle form - like Dylan Thomas' Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night - and it has its own narrative and logic. And it is funny, too!

“Just let me finish with the game, honey.”
My wife just sat there, staring into space.
“Last time I checked, the score was 3 to 3,

And could you pass me my beer if you see
it by the lamp…with the bulb I will replace…
Just let me finish with the game, honey.

“That last goal was disallowed, but tell me
why he’s still on?” (She had started to pace.)
“Last time I checked the score was 3 to 3.

And I didn’t see the damn referee
until they passed to…what’s-his-face…
Just let me finish with the game, honey.”

I guess she must have heard. I knew that she
had to go out tonight (no time to waste)…
“Last time I checked, the score was…3 to 3.”

(Very stupid words to repeat, believe
me.) She left with her purse (and suitcase?)
“Just let me finish with the game…honey?
Last time I checked, the score was 3 to 3.”