Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Today in Ron Cook Poetry: The Epic to End All Epics

By Finesse

A sincere apology to all of our fans, especially those who have been with us since the beginning.  This morning, we had a winning lottery ticket, but we threw it away.  We weren't there for you, and we will never ever forgive ourselves.  Of course, we are talking about our failure to draft a poem out of Ron Cook's incredible, unbelievable, and unfathomable column in this morning's Pittsburgh Post-Gazette.  We're sorry for missing this.  We really are.  It's why we're here.  It's why GTOG "is."
Today in Ron Cook Poetry: OK, So I Made Only Seven Paragraphs 
I was stunned.
I didn't realize it had gone away.
Has there ever been a less intrusive four-month-plus work stoppage in professional sports?
No minicamps?
No organized team activities?
No real offseason?
No problem.
Of course, that isn't happening.
Not that that's a bad thing.
Forty-seven days and counting ...
Isn't that a wonderful thought?
No more Goodell and Jeff Pash.
No more Smith and Kevin Mawae.
No more legal, basic agreement mumbo jumbo.
No more for 10 years!
Can you believe it?
Some, no doubt, are painful.
Antwaan Randle El, for instance.
Aaron Smith, perhaps.
Just don't blink.
It's all going to happen very quickly.
It will be Sept. 11 before you know it.
OK, so I made only seven paragraphs.
Here's the good part:
The back-and-forth didn't end there.
Forty-seven days and counting ...
I don't know about you, I can't wait.

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