Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Jumping Bull Speaks

*The following is a guest post by Jumping Bull, a dear friend of Awesome USA! Through the medium of poetry, Jumping Bull is making a plea to the Indiana Pacers brass to pull the trigger and make a deal for Corey Maggette before the trade deadline. Enjoy.

The Song of Jermainawatha: Corey Maggette’s Wooing

“As unto the bow the cord is,
So unto Carlisle is Bird;
Though he bends him, he obeys him,
Though he draws him, yet he follows;
Useless each without the other!”

Thus the youthful Jermainawatha
Said within himself and pondered,
Much perplexed by various feelings,
Listless, longing, hoping, fearing,
Dreaming still of Allen Iverson,
Of the lovely streets of Philly,
In the land of the Roc-A-Fellas.”

“Trade Jamal and Stephen Jackson,”
Warning said the old Jumping Bull (aka Me);
“Go not westward, but go eastward,
For we need a skillful point guard!
Like a fire upon the hearth-stone
Is the Sixers Allen Iverson,
Like the starlight or the moonlight
Is the handsomest of ballers!”

Thus dissuading spake Jumping Bull.
And my Jermainawatha answered
Only this: “Dear old Jumping Bull
Very pleasant is the firelight,
But I like the starlight better,
Better do I like Los Angeles!”

Gravely then said old Jumping Bull;
“Bring not here an idle Bibby,
Bring not here a useless Gasol,
Hands unskillful, feet unwilling;
Bring a 3 with nimble fingers,
Heart and hand that move together,
Feet that run and jump for face dunks!”

Smiling answered Jermainawatha:
“In the land of the Dacotahs (aka L.A.)
Lives the Krzyzewski protégé,
Corey Maggette, Laughing Water,
Handsomest of all the small forwards.
I will bring him to your wigwam (aka Conseco Fieldhouse)
He shall run and jump for face dunks,
Be your starlight, moonlight, firelight,
Be the sunlight of my people!”

Yet the deadline loomed like storm clouds,
and the trade winds moved beneath them
Thus the wheels were set in motion,
And Dunleavy Jr. was the dowery,
Reunited with his father, balding Chief of the Dacotahs.
Thus it was they journeyed homeward;
Journeyed to Conseco Fieldhouse,
Journeyed to the Eastern Finals

Still unto Jermainawatha,
To the lodge of old Jumping Bull
Brought the moonlight, starlight, firelight,
Brought the sunshine of his people,
Corey Maggette, Laughing Water,
Handsomest of all the small forwards
In the land of the Dacotahs,
In the land of handsome threes.


Blogger Thelonius Monk said...

Maggette would be a good fit. Indianapolis is a haven for prototypical small forwards. Doesn't Larry Bird try to make every player on the team at least try to play the three spot?

February 21, 2007 at 8:25 PM  
Blogger Leonard Peltier said...

I once traveled to the land of Conseco. Buffalo Burns used the chief's bathroom by mistake and the council of elders won't let us return.

February 21, 2007 at 11:32 PM  
Blogger Jumping Bull said...

Jermainawatha would also like to send his condolences to Chief Illiniwek, who danced for the final time tonight the dance of our elders. May your spirit guide you and your dance to lands where political correctness is given no spot in the pow-wow of the Great Warriors (I believe that's still Evansville?)

February 22, 2007 at 12:27 AM  

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