23 Ways of Watching the Hardwood
I
In the midst of June
Looking for hope
The answer steps over Lou
Who still cannot cope
II
In the land of Salt Lakes
One mountain above the rest
The mailman delivers
Always with his best
III
Or with every break
His face is here
The logo sits solemn
All of LA will cheer
IV
Cold in Seattle
Best get the glove
Quick hands, big mouth
He’ll show you no love
V
Colder in Texas
Always unfazed and calm
The iceman is chillin’
Just wait and he’ll go off like a bomb
VI
From the City of Brotherly Love
The doctor operates
Come to his hospital
Where this legend awaits
VII
In the garden of the apple
The killer will end it
Two hands on his throat
Clutch with every shot hit
VIII
In the city of angels
The mamba seeks his prey
What’s a killer to a cold blooded assassin?
Man, it is art watching him play
IX
What’s an assassin to a legend
Hustle plays and jumpers
Gave it all for the game
His is equal is no other
X
In the city of 1000 lakes
The ticket is the only reason
To make the journey
Wow, what a season!
XI
Back down in the south
On the elbows and glass
The boards and blocks
The fundamental kicks ass
XII
A trip to the north
Finally the ice
The truth rules supreme
He sure rolled the dice
XIII
Witchcraft and wizardry
Head fakes, no looks
Spotlight and attention
Magic didn’t play by the book
XIV
Move! Chris, get out the way
The diesel has arrived
BOOM! Right to the floor
This truck is super sized
XV
Lucid and nightmares
Ball and pump fakes
The dream got you jumpin’
With that classic shake
XVI
No d, all buckets
From sixth man to stud
You’d better fear the beard
This man is no dud
XVII
However, defense wins rings
And the wing is on lock
The claw is ruthless
He even made Bron walk
XVIII
A trip to the kitchen
What’s the chef cooking?
Triples for days
You’ll pay for overlooking
XIX
From UK to The Big Easy
Domination follows the brow
No teammates or help
Still carries Nola, how?
XX
From the city of Athena
The freak knew his path
Anteto-what?
Now you’ll feel his wrath
XXI
The two years are over
He’s back on the court
Better trust the process
Bigs are back in this sport
XXII
In the middle of everything
The king sits on his throne
Looks down on the rest
He’s always in the zone
XXIII
What’s a king to the goat
He’s the face of basketball
Doesn’t need a nickname
Cause Mike says it all
I really like how you went through the progression of all the greatest basketball players and how you ended the poem with MJ. I also really liked the nicknames of all the players.
ReplyDeleteThis poem was very unique and I never heard anything like it. The only people that can really understand it are people who know basketball so it's good to have that connection with people who know about basketball
ReplyDeleteThis is insane. The fact that you went all the way to 23 is crazy. You used so many legends and did it in perfect fashion. Great job.
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