A Short Poem About Game Seven.

“Game Seven” spells finality and closure
Indicates drama and gravitas
Elimination!  Legacy-definition.
Must see TV.  History happens now.
“Game Seven” spells deception and banality
Two teams slugging it out on the medium stage
Fox Sports Net quality ball on ABC
Thirty-nine percent shooting in a deceptively close game.
“Game Seven” spells decisions and conundrums.
Do I follow things that fail to pique?
Do I really care about geriatrics and unknowns?
Do I really want to waste another beautiful day?
“Game Seven” says: “look outside your window.”
Feel the serotonin course through thawing veins
Too often do you hear the squeaks of Nikes shoes
Broadcasted through meek laptop speakers.
“Game Seven” says: apologize to Bill Russell
Hit up Billy Cunningham and Dr. J as well
Hondo, Rondo, The Truth and Jrue
Just tell them you’re not going to make it.
“Game Seven” presents a decision.
And my decision is made.
Today will be for barbecues and abandoned friends.
I accept that I may miss history today. 

About Jacob Greenberg

Jacob is a behaviorist by day, blogger by night, and founded the Diss. Follow him on Twitter @jacobjbg
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