Thursday, March 22, 2007

The Thirty Second Ride-Out (American Sonnet)


a simple yellow painted line keeps me from my son
i kneel outside the circle, yelling in fatherly advice to my 7 year old
but it's just him in there, it's not my battle, louder wont help

they are evenly matched in skill and fury
attacking, defending, attacking again
it's the kind of fight a mother wont watch

a crowd has gathered as word has spread that this match is exceptional
three periods and an overtime and it's still tied
both of them are crying, gritted teeth and an eye that will soon be black

the ref calls for a thirty second ride out
max chooses 'bottom'

his opponent must hold him down for 30 seconds
max simply has to stand up, to win

go baby, go


The photo is from the actual match I'm talking about. You can see Max hitting his opponent with a Standing Whammer. It's pretty badass, and it was back and forth like this the whole match. They take after their Mom

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

I like this. The sonnet fits you well.

Steve Caratzas said...

This is superb!

14 lines, baby! That's it! It works for your style of writing/reportage/poetry.

Dave S. said...

Good stuff. "Standing Whammer"...that's awesome!