A Maverick is a horse
Who doesn’t draft
It picks Roddy Beaubois’
Who will never amount to
Anything, except against Utah
And Dominique Jones, who can get to the rim
On anybody, but has never once
Also put the ball
Into that rim
Beside the white chickens.
A Maverick likes to draft
6'10" Foreign guys
Who can stretch the paint
(As if they’re still playing Shaq every year)
And 6'1" guys who can outjump 6'10" guys
And never worries about the fact
That they could both get outrebounded by Muggsy
And can't score on a wooden board
That, Brendan Haywood once
Put the ball on the floor
And the ensuing bounce
Killed a popcorn vendor
Who was subsequently re-bruised
By an inlet pass
Rocketing off Shawn Marion's stone hands
A Maverick goes in defenseless
Because of a positive allergy to youth
Because Fernandez and Brewer were creeping everyone out
With their working joints
So much so that the Mavericks traded another draft pick
(Earmarked for Zanderasky Chakistzvili)
For a 32 year old malcontent
Who was supposed to play four positions
And didn’t want to play any
Or play, period
But at least
Couldn’t be confused
For anyone who might
Be part of any kind of future
Or present
Or contribute to the Mavericks
For any length of time
At all
Period.
(A contributor he was not)
Because in a league
Of Kawhi Leonards and Avery Bradleys
Of Laker and Spur re-invention,
Grizzly and Thunder propulsion
The Mavericks have mastered the art
Of never getting anyone
New to help Dirk
At all
Period.
Since they traded for Jason Terry four hundred years ago
(Except Half-Man, More-Than-Half-of-my-Awkward-Turn-Around-Jumpers-Are-Going-to Miss-the-Backboard)
Except for that one time
Of blessed memory
Which wasn’t all that long ago
(And remains
Warm like a fire
And will forever)
And maybe next year, too
At least I hope.
Glazed with rainwater
Shantih shantih shantih
Hieronymo's down 0-3 again.