They put their red away
just after mid-summer.
Much earlier than usual.
Their home,
A big palace,
readies itself
for dormancy.
Once they were
proud,
vibrant,
loud as thunder.
Now,
they sit on their hands,
and long for football season.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
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Bonus poem, this may be an early Thursday post, but I've had time to write today. This is based on an observation that hardly anyone in Orange County is wearing Angels gear these days. I'm used to the Dodgers sucking as are all Dodger fans, but Angels fans get sad and deny their fandom. I feel that this is representative of like 95 percent of the Angels "fans". Not you though Brent, you're legit.
This just isn't our year. When your best player breaks his leg celebrating a walk-off homer, it really isn't your year. With a down economy and a mediocre product on the field, it's tough to sell tickets. It is SoCal so pretty much everybody is a fairweather fan, so what can you do?
In regards to this poem, I like the thunder reference. I'm a little confused by the football reference since we don't even have a football team. Basketball might work better since the Laker are just up the road (I almost said the Clippers too).
One last thing: When's the last time the Dodgers won a championship? =D
That's why I picked football. Football fans in southern California can write their own stories devoid of hometown allegiances.
Seriously, let's talk about other irrelevant past events. Wow Dukakis' loss really took me by surprise. 2002 is irrelevant in 2010.
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