Yesterday, Paul buried his Tony Kornheiser
and Michael Wilbon bobblehead dolls at the end of the garden
farthest from the compost pile.
His shovel unearthed a canine ribcage about one foot deep.
Paul knew the previous home owner had dogs.
He searched the area for a cross or some other marker.
Paul never intended to misplace his interest
in collectable bobbleheads, but he did.
It’s probably somewhere in the foothills among the rabbit brush.
Paul returned to the foothills each day for a week,
but never found his bobblehead collecting interest
and assumed it got itself consumed by a Coopers Hawk or coyote.
Tony Kornheiser and Michael Wilbon were the only bobbleheads
Paul failed to sell to collectors at the Santa Fe flea market,
which was not as flea as he had hoped.
The next full moon all the discarded bobbleheads
in various states and conditions
arrived with their own spades and shovels.
They liberated the Tony Kornheiser and Michael Wilbon bobbleheads
from the ground, dusted them off and whisked them away
to the secret kingdom of ownerless bobbleheads.
Entranced, Paul watched,
sure it portrayed a spiritual resurrection
though he knew precious little about such things.
copyright © 2019 Kenneth P. Gurney
PTI is my favorite sports talk program. It stars Tony Kornheiser and Michael Wilbon and a variety of guest hosts when Tony and/or Mike are unavailable for reasons like playing golf or attending sporting events close to their heart (Go!!! Northwestern Wildcats).
Bobbleheads fascinate me as well. How they became popular is beyond me, but they did. There are bobbleheads of anyone and seemingly everyone who reaches celebrity status and sports hero status. You can get a customized bobblehead made in your own likeness—for a customized fee, of course. They have become collectables, thus part of the American Cultural fabric.
I admit I have never owned a bobblehead. Earlier in my life my friend, Dave, was a collector. He always bought two of each new bobblehead. One to display on shelves, the second to keep in the box as an arcane retirement plan to sell the collectables at high prices when retirement arrived in thirty-five years. Dave is at retirement age now, but we have lost touch, so I don’t know if his plan worked. (He did the same with collectable action figures like Star Wars as well.)
If I was ever to purchase a bobblehead, two in fact, it would be of Tony Kornheiser and Michael Wilbon.
Happy hangover after St. Patrick’s Day to all of you who went out drank a river of green beer last night starting at noon.
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