At least

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Oh crack your cheeks and blow, winds blow,
The thespian recites,
The heart remains above, below,
The earnest poet writes.
Forget the pain, come see the show
Beneath the Tolka lights.
Whene’er the Reds are in full flow,
The stadium ignites.
Come rain or hail or sleet or snow,
Each Shelbourne game excites,
For though we’ve fallen apropos
Our former dazzling heights,
At least we’ve got a place to go
This year on Friday nights.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/at-least-2/