Following a loss I find myself texting friends haiku.
Especially after one as painful as this. My emotions bubble over and it's a way to organize my thoughts and express the hurt and frustration in a creative way. I might destroy things were it not for the syllabic construct of stanzas comprising a 5-7-5 count.
Please share with us your immediate and festering thoughts.
Here are some I sent after the game.
Andy Reid: bad calls
Team's: blown opportunities.
Focus: discipline.
I hated Peyton
Long before he's a donkey.
I hate him more now.
It's OK Jamaal.
Forever, KC loves you,
These things will happen.
10-year old's heartbreak,
Better from mom's consoling.
Sucks to be grown-up.
My buddy's house was a source of a couple- along with a pic to set the mood:
Choke choke choke choke choke
Choke choke choking chokers choke
Mother fucking choke!
Yellow dog senses
A Daddy's own despondence-
Wishes chiefs had won.
My response:
Blonde dog, it's ok.
Competition can be ruff.
Whimper but don't cry.
Your turn AP.