Phelps swims with gills, Bolt soars with wings.
Pistorius runs, Gabby’s great.
A specter looms: Badmintongate.
Brilliant games, with heart and brio.
Snuff the flame and on to Rio.
Augusta bends. How awfully nice.
A female member — Condi Rice.
Lance lambasted for all to see,
His lies unfold as sponsors flee,
His titles stripped, life off its hinge.
Now it’s all about the syringe.
Perfect time to make this wager:
Andy Murray wins a major.
The NHL then shuts its door.
(I think we’ve heard this song before.)
Replacement refs prove one big mess.
The league is forced to acquiesce.
Ryder Cup comes to Medinah.
Europe gives U.S. angina.
Hold no vote, form no committee —
Washington’s a baseball city.
Those Oakland A’s, no hand-me-down.
Miguel Cabrera, Triple Crown.
Buster Posey and Hunter Pence.
This really doesn’t make much sense.
The Giants sweep to take it all.
Black and orange, the style for fall.
No marathon, New York City.
Sandy strikes and shows no pity.
Colts ride a wave of splendid Luck.
They shave their heads and play for Chuck.
The Lakers stumble, won’t sit still,
Sign Mike D’Antoni, pass on Phil.
Kaselowski, Penske Sprint to Cup.
Notre Dame, ‘Bama, coming up.
College conferences realign,
In thrall to TV’s dollar sign.
Maryland, Rutgers, Big Ten bound.
The money chase goes round and round.
The Chiefs and Cowboys reel from blows.
The NFL’s in mourning clothes.
Johnny Football wins Heisman race.
Pacquiao’s crushed, flat on his face.
The year is quickly put to bed,
With what’s been done and what’s been said,
While limbering up sight unseen
For what’s on deck ... 2013.