I have no one to blame for this but myself. I wrote some time ago, no doubt giddy from a promising beginning to another post-season, that if the Red Wings found themselves in the Cup finals, I would incorporate the sonnet into the poetic playoff predictions.
Sonnets, it turns out, are fucking hard to write at [...]
Well, the first round somehow went mostly as predicted by my seat-of-the-pants verse. We went 7/8 on overall predictions with the Flyers over the Penguins in seven games being the one we totally whiffed on.
No matter. In my own egotistical little world, I think this gem, made before a single playoff puck had been dropped, [...]
We’re in the playoffs, primed for a cup or a monumental choke job - there’s really not a lot of middle ground for the Wings anymore - and it’s time to make some predictions, through everyone’s favourite forms of lazy-man poetry, the haiku and limerick. When we get to the second round, I promise, I’ll do sonnets.