Bowling Across America

At least I think it’s a pan—I’ve never been good at interpreting poetry that doesn’t rhyme. Regardless, the author of this haiku seems to have boiled me (or BAA) down to either being a “hot shot” or a “beer-soaked loser.” The latter term is unambiguously negative, but “hot shot” could be read as vaguely positive if in a charitable mood. I’m interpreting it as “arrogant prick” though, so this might not be the time to ask me for a donation to the adopt-a-family program the office is undertaking for Christmas. Now, at the risk of proving her point(s): I’d like to think I’m both those things, though at present it is bourbon that’s doing the loser-soaking.