The composer of my favorite Ichiro-themed haiku wins this never-worn, never-washed, extra-large T-shirt, the promotional giveaway from last Friday’s game. Share your best haiku(s) — multiple entries encouraged — in this post’s comments between now and 12 a.m. next Tuesday, August 23, and I’ll mail out the shirt shortly after that. Check out this so-so sample, found here…
Motion still to come,
Sleeve is plucked; smoothly, swiftly
Fifty-one comes home.
And here’s a close-up scan of the design…
Now get crackin’!
August in Kansas City
it is hotter than two rats
fucking in a wool sock
you must not test me,
the arm laser is ready.
okay, don’t listen.
FAA delay:
Ichiro stopped at the gate!
…heard he’s got a gun 🙂
Swift with bat in hand
Japan’s national treasure
Home is in right field
Lets go…Ichiro
Poke that ball right through gap
Lets go…fifty one
The sky is dark grey
Spring has come to Seattle
Leadoff, Ichiro
Lead off man, five-one
All Star Game, again he’s there
His arm a cannon.
National treasure
Lead off man must be speedy
Overused cliches
Throws at speed of light
Performs magic with the bat
A virtuoso
Dormant soul fire
Seeks a challenger’s zeal
Dice-K, you suck, man
(based on Ichiro’s explanation of missing a fly ball)
Ball becomes the sky
I send out mental signals:
“Please don’t come my way”
“Cleveland makes me smile”
I stop short, and punch my face
Because I’m lying
Baseball game in Seoul
Korea smells like garlic
I ain’t Paul Theroux
Ball into Outfield
“I’ve got it,” “No, I’ve got it”
Paramedics swarm
Torturing pitchers
with death by a thousand hits,
Ichiro is feared.
Throw your best pitches
I will hit them anyway
I am Ichiro
Ovechkin swings club
Luongo, Kesler lift weights
God, I miss hockey
With the magic glove
and the speed of a cheetah
Ichiro’s a BEAST!
Went to Seattle
Caught me a Mariners game
Suzuki’s number one!
He’s no Big Unit
He’s Ichiro Suzuki
Fifty-one can hit.
The Pride of Japan
Exceeding expectations
A long way from home
You win, Kyle!
Email me here…
http://www.stevemandich.com/contact/index.htm
So I can send you your T-shirt!
Everything the guy says can be turned into haiku!
She is beautiful
Her bowling is atrocious
Disappointment reigns
The hits stop coming
I ask myself for advice
Hurrah! Slump busted!
For years Ichiro
Said, “I hit singles in mine.”
But not anymore.
Ichiro, the tree,
Has a problem. See the root.
Don’t water the fruit.
Our man from Japan
Still lacks a World Series ring;
Blame Nintendo chiefs.
Quickly to first base
Soon after returning home
Quickly to first base
I was there last night
Ichiro had zero hits
Two homers were good
His wand is his bat
Pulls base hits out of his hat
More like a Ninja
Japan’s native son
Has great speed and quite an arm
We love 51!
drag bunts, slap hits, drives
spider wall thief snags flies
rocket arm, runner out
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