Monday, December 13, 2010

Tom Brady's Hair

No one saw this coming
the dominance this year
how effortless it moved the ball
through beasts and schemes and snow,
so strong and multi-layered
so perfect like Apollo,
with nods to every football decade
of hair: the shag, the crew, the mullet,
from Bobby Layne to Willie Joe
to something once barbaric,
like the first white guy to wear a pink tuxedo
no quarterback dared pull this off before,
and it's well-thought-out, superb in all its details
it's not a tawdry gimmick or a trick,
no pseudo-Rastafari braids or Polynesian fro
it's a coif of the messiah
that jostles in the wind
like Jehovah's very breath.

No one saw this coming
this Samson per Giselle,
no one imagined Belichick
would have his finest hour
in the autumn of his career
by whispering, from his concrete-colored hoodie
in his impressionable prodigy's ear
"this off-season I need you to concentrate,
put the work into your hair."

3 comments:

Hannah Stephenson said...

HAHAAHAHAHAH.

I was just thinking yesterday about football poems. This is so awesome.

William A. Sigler said...

That means a lot, Hannah. I really liked yours about the night the lights went out at the Meadowlands (I was watching that game!)

signed...bkm said...

Love it...Brady is having a fab year with that arm and hair...I am not even a Pats fan and have to them alot of credit for this extreme make-over.....nice write and thanks for the vist...bkm