Super Bowl Haiku XIX, Part I

The occasion of the Super Bowl has, as always, inspired Only A Game to poetry.  That is, at least, if you consider our clumsy attempts at an ancient Japanese art form to be poetic.  In honor of our 20^th anniversary, we've included some alleged haiku gems from earlier spectaculars, as well as a few poems penned by our loyal listeners. This year's haiku comes in two parts, so don't forget to check out Part II.

Super Bowl Haiku XIX, Part I

X L V I I
Brother coaches against bro
X L V I I
(Marie Savage)
[sidebar title="Want more haiku?" align="right"] We gathered so many haiku this year, they wouldn't all fit in one segment. For the others, click here.[/sidebar]

Still New Orleans night
Awaits the - Nah! Big Easy,
Never quiet there.

Writers interview
Writers about what to write
About the Big Game.

Ravens and Niners
The Tell-Tale Heart of Gold Bowl
I'm so sorry Edgar
(Tim Monroe)

Quoth the Ravens' fans,
"Our murder will murder them,
Caw, caw, caw, caw, caw."
(Scott Suma)

Lewis, win or lose,
Won't be a story again.
Thank you, God. Thank you.

Special thanks to Mike Garth, Amanda Art, Clint Cavanaugh, Amory Sivertson, George Hicks, James Trout, Margaret Evans, Robin Lubbock, David Boeri, and Kassandra Sundt of our home station WBUR for lending their voices.