I rushed home from work because it was game night – armed with the necessary ingredients for buffalo wings, which I had been craving since I posted this earlier today. We all sat down to watch the game.
Halftime – so far, so good. We paused, and happily ate too many wings. (Thankfully a few pieces of celery makes them all fit together on the food pyramid.)
The game resumed, ending with a sickening thud. It was over.
As men do, I felt the need to express my frustration and disappointment. So, after the game I sat down to write a sonnet to express my distress. Not just any sonnet – an Italian “Petrarchan” sonnet.
You may ask “Why?”
Because I can. Even with leftover sauce on my fingers, and blue cheese on my #32 jersey.
My house is a house of sorrow tonight,
For the men in Cougar Blue really blew.
The incredible Jimmer show is though,
And now I am free this Saturday night,
Which will make my EC cheer with delight.
To the Cougars, our laud and praise are due,
But Jimmer, why not settle for the two?
That last pair of free throws was heaven sent.
Poor Kyle will always remember the miss.
That miss was the beginning of the end,
Alas, we can now go on with our lives.
As we move forward, I can tell you this,
Instead of watching Jimmer – our dear friend,
Now we can pay attention to our wives.
Dedicated to my eldest.
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It was a sad sad day. From what I hear, 😉
” (Thankfully a few pieces of celery makes them all fit together on the food pyramid.)”
— Is that all it takes to make it OK? I knew I’d gain something taking time away from work to read this blog!
My heartfilled sympathies to all who are in morning.