Wednesday, October 20, 2010
My Team Loses
and I restage
incidents which
might have gone
another way.
But, get over it,
being a tepid 5 on
the Fan Scale. 10s
weep and gnash, forever
resembling let-
down patriots. Well,
the mouthier variety.
New Haven Arena once:
an old man refusing to rise
for National Anthem and
viciously menaced by
a trio of drunks. Is he res-
olute or ill? Fortunately, hockey
game flashes into life. Actually,
a drunk makes the best patriot.
In initial fervor.
After berating your pansy diffidence,
he suddenly crawls in apology,
then bawls over an unjust rain
of personal tragedies always re-
sponsibility of others. Must be,
at any rate, a parade some-
where. Or mercurials
anxious to start one.
and I restage
incidents which
might have gone
another way.
But, get over it,
being a tepid 5 on
the Fan Scale. 10s
weep and gnash, forever
resembling let-
down patriots. Well,
the mouthier variety.
New Haven Arena once:
an old man refusing to rise
for National Anthem and
viciously menaced by
a trio of drunks. Is he res-
olute or ill? Fortunately, hockey
game flashes into life. Actually,
a drunk makes the best patriot.
In initial fervor.
After berating your pansy diffidence,
he suddenly crawls in apology,
then bawls over an unjust rain
of personal tragedies always re-
sponsibility of others. Must be,
at any rate, a parade some-
where. Or mercurials
anxious to start one.
Labels: fan, patriotism
