Requiem for the Shore: Farewell to the Houston Rockets

Requiem for the Shore: Farewell to the Houston Rockets

The Houston basketball team was eliminated today. They were victims of their own design, struggling to overcome their lack of size. When the shots wouldn’t fall, they ultimately did, to the mighty Lakers. We put out their flame with a poem.

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Tawdry, Paper Mountains: Farewell to the Milwaukee Bucks

Tawdry, Paper Mountains: Farewell to the Milwaukee Bucks

The Milwaukee basketball team was eliminated today. They came into the playoffs as a favorite to win the title or at least make the Finals. Alas, they were exorcised into the hoops afterlife by the Miami Heat. We give them more than they deserve and honor their final loss with a poem.

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Carthage In A Day: Farewell to the Oklahoma City Thunder

Carthage In A Day: Farewell to the Oklahoma City Thunder

The Oklahoma City basketball team was eliminated today. They began the season with a near-zero chance of making the playoffs. They came one win away from making the second round. We salute the fallen, quench their flame, and send them off with a poem.

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A Game 7 Rendered Shallow

Every morning I wake up with a different song in my head. Not sure why and I don’t think I need to seek the guidance of a psychiatrist or a swami to figure it out. There’s no rhyme or reason to it, but sometimes it fits.

Today it’s No Man’s Land by Bob Seger. For the NBA and its players, running out the string of playoff games in Orlando? The severely-under rated No Man’s Land fits like a Steve Kerr tweet about the POTUS.

We have a Game 7. Everything on the line, no holds barred, blah blah blah. Yes, Game 7s are special as they’re about a combination of frenzy and adoration. Most professional athletes live for the adrenaline a Game 7 brings forth out of their collective minds and bodies. But they also desire the adoration, and that’s what’s missing – an SRO crowd of fans foaming at the mouth pushing their stars to a greater level toward victory with their cheers or opponent humiliation with their jeers.

Let’s set the typical Game 7 scene for a moment.

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