After reading Corey Maggette's transcendent flow, I was inspired. So I set out to write some (satirical) poetry from the eyes of a few Bobcats.
The Play Not Taken
Two paths diverged in a crowded paint,
And sorry I could not take them both
And be one center, long I pained
And looked at one as long as I could strain
To where it led to free throws;
Then took the other, nowhere as easy,
And having perhaps the dumber idea,
Because I can't hit water in the sea;
Many cried out in a desperate plea,
I ignored them, heaving midrange with glee.
And both that evening equally lay
On hardwood with no step dribbled.
Oh, I left the first for another game!
Yet knowing how I may not see the ball again,
I doubted I would escape without a quibble.
I shall be telling this without a sigh
For I must be the first player to break
The rim with a jump shot before I die--
I took the path more knuckleheaded,
And that has made all the difference.
- DeSagana Diop
This Is Just To Say
I have not eaten
the catered dinner
that was in
MJ's luxury box
he was probably
I am not
I ate it all
- Boris Diaw
A Shot Deferred
What happens to a shot deferred?
Does it disappear
Like Gilbert Arenas' career?
Or fester like the Wizards--
and then get jeered?
Does it stink like a Diop jumper?
or get turned over--
when we defer?
Maybe it just sags
like ice cream in a root beer float
Or does it explode?
- Kemba Walker