Monday, October 6, 2025

A poem celebrating the state of professional sports in New York

NEW YORK SPORTS

The Poem



Canker sores
Facial warts.
Bloody wars.
New York sports.


Rectal oozing.
Nightmare dreams.
Always losing
New York teams.


Mets and Yankees
Giants, Jets.
Grab your hankies
Place your bets.


Rigged, unlawful
Criminal courts.
Forever awful
New York sports. 

9 comments:

13bit said...

Weeping here, Duque. Thank you.

JM said...

But...but...Judge says they'll have a big comeback at Yankee Stadium!

Ken of Brooklyn said...

With bitter perfection, thank you L Duque!

BTR999 said...

🤣🤣🤣🤣
I mean, he’s gotta say that…

BTR999 said...

Perhaps we’ll steal a game tomorrow, perhaps not. Either way, be assured the organization will have learned nothing, and there will be no significant changes or real improvements made during the off season. Boone will be back, Volpe will be back, and the cycle will repeat, with the ever increasing prospect of a lockout in ‘27 rushing at us like a freight train.

13bit said...

Soon, my friends, we will be free again...

AboveAverage said...

Freedom is just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin', don't mean nothin' Bub if it ain't Yank’ee, no-no

13bit said...

Oh, feeling good was easy nuff when Boonie drank the booze
Good enough for me and Cashie McGee...

AboveAverage said...

Bla-Bla-Blah, Bla-Bla-Bleh, Bla-Bla-Blah, Bla-Bla-Bla-Bleh
Bla-Bla-Bla-Blah-Bleh, Cashie McGee, yeah