Big Brown to help decide NBA Finals
Because we are the same height, people often mistake me for Kobe Bryant. I have decided that I will root for the Lakers when they are in town and for the Celtics when they are at the Garden; this is the only way to keep from going nuts, and this means that the Celtics will win it in Boston.I found the following poem scrawled on the subway wall:
I managed a frown when Big Brown let me down
Coming in very last place
That Seattle Slew was the last of the few
To've won every Triple Crown race
When Barbaro died I felt nothing inside
I erected no shrine to Eight Belles
I'm open for bets that they're doing their next
Mile and a quarter in Hell
And I have no regrets that, in three brutal sets
Federer got stomped in the clay
We hoi polloi find it hard to enjoy
Sports with a dress code to play
But in the case of Celtics v. Lakers
My loyalties go either way
Would Big Brown prefer that the banner hang down
Over rapists or over parquet?
(I might have scrawled it.)
Labels: boston, los angeles, poetry, sports
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by Marty Barrett at Tuesday, June 10, 2008
1 Comments:
Root for the Lakers? Have you forgotten your roots? I thought the many years of heartache and despair would finally be admonished and the Celtic pride would well up and make you cheer for your true home team. Hey, are you coming to Texas at any time this summer?
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