LeBron James Sonnet
I watched LeBron James and the Cleveland Cavaliers game six playoff contest against Boston last night for about two minutes.
After turning the game off, I ask myself if there was a better plot device to be employed by the game to capture my interest.
No plot device came to mind and I failed to admit to myself that I do not really care much for basketball.
I think it would be great if the NBA & WNBA joined together to form a coed league. All the players who did not make last cut for the teams would play in the coed league.
I figure LeBron James slam dunking over Maya Moore would not have the “wow!” factor to make a Sports Center highlight.
I wonder if LeBron James gets pulled over for driving while black?
I wonder if LeBron James gets pulled over for driving while being LeBron James for autographs.
My friend Paul finds poetry in basketball. I think my problem is I seek poets in basketball.
Does LeBron James slam dunk haiku? Does Maya Moore swish three-point sonnets?
Too much of the most recent basketball season was spent by sports analysts pondering LeBron’s free agency choices without the benefit of a ouija board or tarot deck or limericks or ghazals.
I wonder if LeBron James has ever read Walt Whitman?
I wonder if Walt helped James Naismith write the rules to Basketball at the YMCA in Springfield, Massachusetts that eighteen-eighty-one December?
I bet LeBron James never slam dunked a basketball through a peach basket nailed to a balcony.
My friend Paul informs me Mike Trout is the LeBron James of baseball, which implies baseball is not America’s game anymore.