Weekly Wizard Haiku: Week 1

Bleacher Report is a great site.  We can all agree on that.  But it's lacking one key element that I feel called upon to provide.

Sports poetry.

And not the fruity kind where you need to be alone to appreciate it.  I'm talking about the good stuff.  The gang sign of poetry:  Haiku. 

Short, three-lined poems brought to our country by the Japanese under a strict set of rules.  The first line must be five syllables.  The second line will have seven, and the last line will have five once again.  No rhyming.  Got it? 

Now imagine you run into a Crip at the mall while you're wearing the wrong color (blue?) and if he wants, he can break you off a long winded explicit catch phrase before beating you down.  He might even choose to yell at you while he's beating you down/up.  Then he will likely tell you never to come back again, and that you're a bad person. 

Or he could save all that energy and flash a quick gang sign your way.  If you're smart, you'll leave. 

Same kind of thing applies here with the poems.   For short attention span Internet spazoids like myself, the more concise the argument, the better.  This format forces me to shorten everything down to the bare-bones message. 

On a weekly basis (health permitting), I will provide you with three random haikus relating to the sports world, followed by a short commentary.  It will be on your conscience to decide what to do with the information from there. 

You might choose to pay it forward.  You might choose to find out where I live and attack me, or take it out on me in the comment section.  There is no wrong way to play it.   

So with the introductions aside, I'll give you a practice poem to make sure we're clear. 

If I was a fool

I'd purposely write haiku

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