A Haiku for Div1A in Sacramento

[Montoya]

Div 1, Div 1 Team.
Vet forty-forty-nine.
Div 1A. Too much?

[rmyounis]

Understandable.
I will meet you on the piste
Perhaps. Truth comes then.

I fear your piste truth
Your feet and your blade may lie
How could you parry that?

[telkanuru]

With distance. It is
Always so. So it will be.
Riposte, touche to right.

[whtouche]

Stand on the right then,
Or you will be sad. No touch.
Other fencer win.

[rmyounis]

Perhaps you are short.
Far away, counterattack
Have I hope to win?

[telkanuru]

I do not know this.
But I do look forward to
Seeing people there.

[rmyounis]

In the hotel bar
The loser is comforted
The victor buys drinks

[telkanuru]

Alas for myself
Twenty-One is the least age.
And I am 19.

[Go? Fencing?]

If you want to drink,
You must find a fake ID.
Break the law with beer.

[telkanuru]

Too much effort that
Takes. Plus, it's a big hassle.
Room party better.

[Go? Fencing?]

Or you could not drink.
That may be the smarter choice.
Or get drunk and puke.

[telkanuru]

Smart? What is that, please?
No self-respecting fencer
Will show up sober.

[Go? Fencing?]

But what about me?
Only drink on Passover.
Mmm, Maneshewitz.