Score 44 For The Border War

It almost didn't happen, but we got

The Bronze Boot this year, with a fine blow-out!

As football rivalries go this is not

So famous as some others, but we shout

As though it were -- in truth, though, we've both sucked --

But someone had to win and yay, it's us!

As might be said, those Cowboys really bucked

The sheep this year, and that is worth a fuss

As you Wyoming fans all prove it's true

That if we only beat one team it's best

If it is Brigham Young or CSU.

Tonight in Laramie, the wild wild west

Will live again. My sister must regret

She chose the Boise State game, I just bet...

In Which I Make A Silly Historical Analogy

Three hundred and ten years ago, one man,

Unlovely, sickly, challenged, royal, died.

And many thought that they had just the plan,

And ere long ev'ry nation chose a side.

'Twas France and Spain against the freer world,

And thirteen years of bloody war ensued,

That ended in a new world order. Hurled

To prominence were many who embued

Such qualities as we admire today

In football. Now, come Sunday, we shall see

Two old belligerents clash in a way

More peaceful, to our pure and utter glee,

As heirs of the Stadtholder and the Kings

Face off upon the pitch. What joy this brings!

In Which I Am Doubly Powerless

South Africa's a strange place for to seek
Some comforting distraction from my cares,
But coasting toward the end of this crazed week,
That's where my thoughts have rested, and my stares
Have fixed upon. Today, Toronto boasts
A protest crowd of thousands, which contains
My Laroquod among the marching hosts.
He's safe, I know, but craziness there reigns.
So football's been my balm, despite our loss
To Ghana, whose Blackstars I like to cheer
When they're not playing us, at least. The gloss
Of this great tournament's not faded, clear?
But now I cannot help but spend the day
A-willing all the bad march stuff away.

Superbowl Sunday: In Which I Make A Somewhat Controversial Choice

I've tried, but I just can't seem this year to

Work up too much enthusiasm for

The annual Handegg excitement. You

May surely differ, loving this sport more

Than e'er I did. My heard inclines toward

A game more beautiful than this. Except

For when the Denver Broncos play, I'm bored

A-watching overpaid man-tanks, none kept

In check by normal standards, on the fight.

It's fun sometimes but I don't feel it now,

So I'll do something else this Sunday night.

The Netflix fairy brought me Torchwood. How

Could so-called football e'er compete with such?

To each her own, though, thank you very much.

In Which I Get Excited Over A Tournament Draw

No sports fan am I, save for this one round

Of football games that make of me a nut:

The FIFA World Cup. No way I have found

Has ever kept me out of this one rut.

'Tis only ev'ry four years this occurs,

When I become a lunatic. Today

Preliminary groups were drawn, which spurs

My craziness. England v. USA?

The Germans and the Aussies? Oh my head

Already spins. Brazil and Portugal

Are in a group together, "of the dead"

And though Croatia won't be at the ball

I still feel now the ghost of my old craze.

One hundred eighty seven more short days!

All In A Day's Tweet

Creationists unfollow Mythbusters,
For dissing their museum; meanwhile in
Tehran police are beating protesters
Of likely voting fraud and, for the win,
It's Twitter that is whence the info comes.
Meanwhile a mensch and fellow sonneteer
Makes sure Bagua is not forgotten. Drums
Beat for New Zealand's coming loss, I fear,
To mighty Spain in football, and I'm now
A co-producer on an indie flick
Whose maker's raising funds on Twitter: Wow!
In England, and I'll call this no mean trick,
A tweep is hearing Zappa music live.
All this and more, is what makes Twitter thrive.

BONUS SONNET: I Knew Silent Springsteen Would Be Weird But I Didn't Know How Weird

Bruce Springsteen with the sound off is no fun -
(Though he is not my fav'rite singer, no)
Alas the workplace rulebook's will was done,
All through the Super Bowl and halftime show.
A Broncos fan am I, if fan at all.
This season, though, they lost me early on.
Once that occurs, I ignore the "football"
Or "handegg" as the wags among us yawn.
So this year's Big Burrito Bowl was not
Of much concern to me, so I just did
My usual job, in Sunday's usual spot.
But then, and quite perchance, I flipped my lid.
A foolish notion came to me to watch
A play or so, then there was BRUUUUUCE's crotch.

Majority Rules When Someone Else has Control of the TV

This is a great, big day for football fans
(Confession time: I am not one of those),
A day on which a world of bets and plans
Have centered. I should not turn up my nose.
But honestly, were I to get to choose
Just what I'd get updates on from afar,
Today I'd call and clamor for the news
Which focuses on quite another star.
Inauguration Day is two days hence,
But already the parties have begun.
Today in Washington at great expense
A concert's on that's like no other one.
I can't be there, or watch, or even lurk,
But I can watch the Steelers play at work.