Next
Friday night the match is Clear Lake v. Clear Creek and nothing is really
clear about this matchup except that it will surely be a tough game for
the Falcons. Creek is ranked amongst the top twenty teams in Texas in most
of the foul polls. They are undefeated coming into this Friday's game.
Their locker rooms are superior to the locker rooms at Lake, and they
don't suffer from outdated-locker-room mice and staph. However, there
really isn't a "home field" advantage for anyone as the game is at
District Stadium.
But the Idiot thinks that the Wildcats are
beginning to coast a little, and the Falcons are maturing with every game,
and Falcons have the will. So I say lets keep in mind that the polls are
favoring Creek; but let's show up and cheer the effort that the Falcons
are putting together; let's watch the Falcon defense hold and hold; let's
see what the Wildcats can do with what is emerging as one of the best
passing offenses in Houston; let's see how our running game, a young bunch
of runners who are getting more aggressive and experienced with each game,
has matured. Tough, yes. Impossible no. The Idiot turned to poetry to end
these prognostications; he came up with some lovely haikus by Martin
Murillo that speak to the upcoming Friday night contest. The Idiot holds
that poetry contains magical powers.
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The Haiku |
The Idiot Comments |
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over the sounds
of the cascading creek--
a piccolo
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Our band will be there,
Creek will hear them play.
Creek will tremble in their pads. |
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mosquitoes
mist the mountain lake
fly rod dips |
We will irritate them.
Then we will reel them in. Then we will string them up.
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See you
Friday night!
