6 Replies to “9:26 pm and the dishes need doing (The Futility Haiku)”

1. Chris says:

   June 22, 2004 at 3:32 am

   Ibid., buddy.

2. JFH says:

   June 22, 2004 at 1:52 pm

   Damn lefties!

3. jdm says:

   June 22, 2004 at 3:21 pm

   I sent this to a (foaming-at-the-mouth rabidly in love with baseball) friend of mine who responded:

   “Thanks, but it should has been called the Impossibility
   
   Haiku, as Sandy never hung a curveball, and even if he did
   
   you would have swore, if you were left-handed, it was a 95
   
   MPH fastball coming right at your head. If you were
   
   right-handed it was a 95 MPH fastball coming at your head,
   
   which, of course, made you step ever so slightly farther
   
   back in the batters box, after which the curveball he hung
   
   over the outside corner of the plate was not reachable by your
   
   f$*king feeble 34 inch piece of restrictive timber in
   
   sweating, fear-choked hands. Which of course, put Sandy
   
   back ahead in the count, which meant you better be loose
   
   because here comes another inside pitch just to remind you
   
   Koufax could end your career anytime he wants…

   On the other hand, it was a dream…”

4. Jeff G says:

   June 22, 2004 at 3:30 pm

   Hey, I was stunned that he hung the thing, but there it was, in my eyes like a beachball, screaming “hit me, buddy, ‘cause you’ll never get another chance like this one again”—but alas, the dishes are still piled in the sink, and now I’m going to have to Brillo the rice off of one of the plates.

5. jdm says:

   June 22, 2004 at 3:55 pm

   So…

   Sandy chuckles at
   
   My futility while I
   
   Mumble and wash up.

6. Jeff G says:

   June 22, 2004 at 3:58 pm

   Now you’re catching on!

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