Sports and/or Haiku Open Thread

I’ll start with some Red Sox haiku, via this week’s New Yorker:

Hey, wait till next year:
Every eighty-six years
Like clockwork. Go Sox

Buckner or Little
It doesn’t really matter
Someone will f*ck up

these are from the site itself:

My wife says her name
should be Pedro because I
never take her out

Are waivers truly
irrevocable if Sox
still get Manny back?

And these are my first attempts at Mets haiku:

Damn it, Valentine,
you’ve got to stop pinch hitting
Bobby Bonilla

One hundred twenty
six third basemen, and counting.
Zero no hitters.

9 thoughts on “Sports and/or Haiku Open Thread”

  1. No doubt about it,
    Moe’s puppeteers should rather
    Haiku their grievance
    But would that get chicks?
    Post-protest hook-ups are key!
    Reminds me of cons…
    Though anecdotes from
    my Unitarian days
    Aren’t a fair sample
    MC rambles on
    This stuff sure is great, ha ha!
    … beats paper writing.

  2. Puppets everywhere
    Puppets unwash-ed lefties
    Hating in London
    Sox season tickets
    Sign up for heartbreak again
    Oh well fun in June

  3. Why unwashed lefties?
    Righties never teem in hordes
    Think you’re missing out

    Pictures filthy folk
    Righties teem at ballot box
    Could be missing out
    Well, Mongols maybe
    But what does rightie protest
    Look like, anyhow?

    Khaki’s button downs
    Chanting “let us in”
    Florida recount

  4. Braves fan getting mad
    Pitchers, hitters used they have
    Now they lose to Cubs?
    Florida Gators
    Ron and Steve disguised pussies
    Revenge on Dawgs had
    This ones a little nasty…but
    Out left protests roar
    Marching, screaming of slogons
    But where is the gore?

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