Hate football, love you, here’s the haiku…

Yes, it’s true. I was one of 166 million Americans who did not wan to watch the big game. Really, who cares? With all the deplorable violence going on every day in the world does it make any sense to justify it by calling it a sport? How about tennis, or sailing, or something really skill oriented, like sculpture. Now that’s an idea…Competitive Sculpting.

“In the right corner, wearing faded jeans, a dirty T-shirt, and a black beret, Pablo Picasso!
And across the ring, in the left corner,…etc…”

Now wouldn’t that be fun?

The Olympics are on, and that’s pretty cool, because as a Europhile I’m impressed with all the cool events during the Winter Olympiad. All the skiing is especially fun. I find that the biathilon, biatholon, biathelon, whatever…is the most useful event. Think of it, when civilization collapses during the next ice-age, who are you gonna call? Not the track and field folks…No, I’ll be on the phone to the Scandinavian countries hoping to become some kind of towel boy or something. Think of it, if you are in the middle of a perpetual snowstorm, how do you live? You hunt, on skis, with a gun, and then bring home the bacon on a bobsled pulled by some speed skaters. Maybe the Finns will hire me as the team poet…

Speaking of which, here are yesterdays haiku, fresh today…

#7.
pale sunshine inches
through winters pallid blue sky
the small cat lounges

#8
squirrels dash jumping
through brown leaves noisily hopping
from the bird feeder.

#9
the cracked spillway leaks
more water than the sky gives
the pond is drying

PS–If you are a family member reading this you are a snoop and do not deserve to read anything to your advantage.

Johnnyboy

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Johnnyboy is a queer recovering alcoholic. For the moment he is also the primary caregiver for his mother, who suffers from age-related cognitive impairment. She is happy as a lark and is surrounded by a crew of sober women which gives him the freedom he needs to get out of town. When he is not at home in Somewheresville, he is searching out the proper path to travel for happiness and joy. He is a photographer who believes in the digital age, but feels that film is still where its at. He has a darkroom and works in it. He is single and is in remarkably great physical condition for all the damage he has submitted his body to. His cardiologist is very happy. Johnnyboy is over the age of 35.