Haiku: The 2011 Soccer Collection

They move like the wind
On the far side of the field
And my camera sucks

Come closer, my son
And slow down a little; no.
This camera just sucks.

Long ago, he thought
Mom's vuvuzela was cool.
But now, not so much.

She goes at full speed
Neither stopping nor slowing.
Yet another foul.

The trunk of my car
Holds umbrellas, two blankets,
Chairs and a raincoat;

Many games are soggy,
In rain, drizzle, fog-darkness...
This builds character.

The guy with the beard
Our assistant principal
(and substitute coach)...

...is British, of course.
This is Camden.  We must play
To stereotype.