The folly of the idea was proven when Lynch was continually exploited and ultimately cut from the roster. We mention it now for the following reason: our post elicited, of all things, haiku poems about John Lynch (see below).
Anonymous said...
- John Lynch: A Haiku
John lynch was Samson
breaking down men like pillars
The Pats cut his hair
My reaction: A Haiku
I cry a dry tear
a great hero has fallen
wicked retahdid
- We enjoyed the Haiku poetry so much that we thought all who attended the October 12th, 2008 game between the Chargers and Patriots should summarize their experience in the 5 syllable/7 syllable/5 syllable format. Encapsulate your experience in haiku....here's how we felt:
The Tailgate: A Haiku
5 comments:
The Mood:
As the moon gleams down
on glorious victory:
suck it, Chowda-Heads.
The Truth:
Amid roar, shame spreads
Amid drunken glee, silence
One-dimensional.
The Game:
Taunt, sing, cheer, and swill;
On the field do we witness
pure domination.
In Summary:
Mirth and jest at last,
for now in truth, we can a
rivalry pronounce.
A Query:
Dear Herald of Change,
Bladed Saint Beneath-the-Mound,
What now? Our foe is smote!
Sunshine at the Q
The Avengers dine on Bill
Strangers in the night...
Blood on my knuckles
Bellicheck its all your fault
Die Patriots Die
Nine Sixteen Seven
Powder Blue Spackled in Blood
A Dish Best Served Cold
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