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Poetry Corner Kicks: An ode to the USMNT

MEXICO CITY, MEXICO - AUGUST 15: Timothy Howard of the United States jumps for the ball during a FIFA friendly match between Mexico and US at Azteca Stadium on August 15, 2012 in Mexico City, Mexico. (Photo by Miguel Tovar/Getty Images)
MEXICO CITY, MEXICO - AUGUST 15: Timothy Howard of the United States jumps for the ball during a FIFA friendly match between Mexico and US at Azteca Stadium on August 15, 2012 in Mexico City, Mexico. (Photo by Miguel Tovar/Getty Images)
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I have a new man-crush. Well, it's not really new, it's an old one that keeps coming back. It comes around the time of every USMNT game. Mr. Tim Howard, I salute you and your cat-reflexes. What a game, huh? I understand it was "just" a friendly, we got killed in the stats, and perhaps luck was on our side, but all that aside, the American side won. In fact, I think Lady Luck was in goal for us last night if I recall, masquerading as my man Howard. It was also a bit fitting that our very own Union cast away, Michael Orozco Fiscal hit the game-winner.

How could this game be summed up in a poem? Well, it can't, really. However, I felt I must say something about this game, so I thought that I would try a sonnet, where the form itself is often times synonymous with love, or an ode. So below is my "love sonnet", my "ode" to the USMNT win over Mexico last night. Mr. Howard, if you are reading, you know how to reach me.

We've played so many games without a win
It seemed that all our efforts would be vain
A sense of hopelessness was setting in
Would recent history repeat again
The team from Mexico was feeling gold
Olympic triumph was their latest feat
But USA had come to grab a hold
Of history and show it could compete
Hernandez was the man for team El Tri
But constant misses plagued his every move
It seemed that Luck had fin'lly heard our plea
With Shea and Boyd and Fiscal breaking through
But our true hero was the man in goal
Who tipped the scales and keyed the game we stole.