Sports Haiku

Laura spent the night last night, and in front of a fire we wrote sports haiku and limericks. Here are the ones we captured.

Fat man eats his “dogs”
As he cheers for his Cubbies
He leaves the field sad.

Flies buzz in their ears
A hot Sunday afternoon
Energy is low.

6-2 home team wins
Team bows down to the pitcher
Joyous are the fans

Her son has just struck
Out and she cheers. “What?” she asks.
“It was a great pitch!”

“Am I the snack mom?”
My husband is the coach and
He didn’t tell me.

The crowd fell quiet.
He bit Evander’s ear off?
Tyson. Oh, Tyson.

Dinner making commentary

Me: OK, this chili is officially turning into beef stew.
E: That's ok, beef stew has more Flav-a-Flav.
I respond with a laugh.
E: What, is Flav-a-Flav a dirty rapper?
Me: No, it's just that I think he is so ugly. Doesn't he have a grill and relaxed hair? I hate the way relaxed hair looks.
E: Is Relaxed Hair something that can be controlled? (She thought it was some sort of medical condition...)

Is it hard to be on a different calendar?

I read today that Ethiopia doesn't use the Gregorian calendar, and that today it is 1998 there.