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Game 3

10/31/2015

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​CHI 94               DET 98

Sometimes a race car
Runs out of gas
During a race.

Sputtering and clunking ahead
Herky-jerky
Like a man,
out-of-breath,
Running for the train.

Fizzling out
And frustrating
Like a fourth-of-July firework
Fuse.

Pitter-pattering away
Like oars swallowed-up
On a windless day,
Or a basketball
Bouncing to a stop
On the edge of the rim.

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Pregame

10/30/2015

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I have a strange
Respect for the Pistons.

For the city of Detroit.

I never feel safe--
Even knowing we’re the
Better team.

It’s like my mother--

She respects people more
Who have suffered
Sufficiently.

Like the jews.

And the little sisters
Who have been through so much...

We make fun of her for it.

But I guess
I’m kind of the same way.
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Game 2

10/29/2015

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​CHI 115               BKN 100

When the Chicago Bulls score 100 points or more in a home win, ticket stubs may be exchanged for a Big Mac at any Chicago-land McDonald's 
Supposedly,
It can be traced back to late 2015--
That’s when it’s said to have started.

That’s what the numbers would suggest.

In the northern part of the United States.

Right--
About--
Here:

Chicago

There is a line in history.
Blurry and jagged,
But a line.

Extending out from
This--
Exact--
Point.

Back then -exasperation-
Average Americans
Weighed less than 200 pounds--
And lived well into their 70s!

If you can believe that--

I know:

It sounds
Ridiculous.

That’s like two--
Whole--
Life-spans.

But, that’s what the numbers say,
Anyways.

So something
Significant must have
Happened.

And it changed our entire structure.
Everything.

We just don’t know what it was.

A time
And a place--

For some reason
Converge.

Tectonic plates--

Making mountain out of man.
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Game 1

10/28/2015

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CHI 97               CLE 95

We were promised Sparklers.
Race cars.
Thousand dollar bills.

It was supposed to end with a splash,
A nuclear explosion.

What we got was a staring contest.
An arm-wrestling match.
A ghost-town stand-off.

Ending with one man
Running into a brick-wall, and
​The Ball
Rolling down the empty floor

Like a tumbleweed.

Part Two

Starting where we left off
But with teeth--

A snake biting its own tail--
A symbol of rebirth--
Of healing.

Luring the tigers around the tree--
And running

Til they turn into butter

For our pancakes.
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Pregame

10/27/2015

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#HoopsHaiku

The wait is over.
​​Strapped in--and lurching ahead.

The ride has begun.
Meet at center-court
And throw the ball in the air.
Defibrillation.​
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