USO Laureat: For Juan Martin del Potro.
Knowing what a bipolar moron I sounded like in my last post, I thought I’d wrap up the tournament on a sweeter note.
But instead of reporting on the match or the tournament, I decided to do it “Dootsie styled”: with a cheesy rhymes, reserved only for uber-special occasions. Yeah, del Poop. That’s for YOU.
Now GO AWAY and leave me to my despair.
As always, critique, giggle and enjoy!
An Ode to del Poop
The grisly Argentine did not tango,
But his groundstrokes still had this certain flow
That could’ve flattened any old town,
Only he was faced with the game’s ruling Crown –
Roger Federer, most revered in this sport
When he moves, his feet caresses the court
Like a blind man’s gentle, knowing fingers
As he moves to strike, poetry lingers.
Will and grace, heart and art
Was the duel that these two took part.
Blow after blow they threaded the needle
Fearless was the boy against his idol.
Through 5 whole sets, Juan believed he can
Take it to Federer. From boy to man.
At last, victory! He sank to the ground
Juan emerged through the final round.
Five US Opens have come to pass,
As Roger conceded with dignified class
Through tears of joy, Juan kissed the sky,
Out of the cocoon, flew a butterfly.