Welcome back to Haiku Monday, where Fish Hack won’t put in a full effort in the fifth minute of stoppage time for this-here blog.
World Cup Heartbreak Tour./Ties like French-kissing a shad./Should never be seen.
For you few Haiku Monday virgins out there, this is when and where Fish Hack waxes on and off non-Brazilian style about the outtdoors and whatever the hell else comes to mind, with a few versions of bad Japanese poetry sprinkled in as the schtick.
And nothing’s schtickier this Moinday than the World Cup last-second nap by the U.S. team to give Portugal a gift tie one week after Father’s Day.
Instead of watching, Fish Hack shoulda been steelhead fishing on the upper Rogue River, Hack’s home waters.
After 12 straight months of boating at least one steelhead each month, Hack shoulda put that good ju-ju at work to make it 13 straighty instead of trying to channel his inner-Donovan to get the Futbolers something to chant madly about.
Late tie ends big match/Like catching a thin downer/It counts, just barely.