Owing to an impromptu oneupsmanship contest on HFCBJ, I ended up composing a sonnet about the state of the Crew's season:
Defending champs began the season well:
15 games played, 24 points secured.
No expectations of an evil spell;
Crew fans all thought postseason play assured.
But then arrived the last game in July
And stumbles in the games began to rise.
Eight of nine games with no points to supply
To standings climbs needed for playoff tries.
So then the team did face a grueling test:
Can they bounce back, revive their playoff plan?
Few games remained; they'd need to take the rest
To win back hopes and dreams of every fan
We're down to one, final November game
To see if our return hopes still remain.
yes, we're a little strange sometimes