Game 80

​CHI 105               CLE 102

I am the two-thousand fifteen
Chicago Bulls

Of far too many things.

Talent isn’t the question--
Never has been.

Focus.
Drive.
Discipline.

​Doing the little things.

Playing
To the level
Of my (so called) competition.

Taking too long
Getting into my offense

And then settling
For isolations
And fadeaways.

Never quite getting how to stop
The pick and roll

Or to trust
The defense behind me.

Seeking contact
Over a good shot.

But I am the Bulls
In this way, too.

I am
Proud and
Strong.

And now add angry.

And I only have myself
To blame.

So I will spend this offseason in the gym--
Grinding.
And grinding.

And one day,

I will bring the championship
Back to Chicago.