A post-Jordanian titanium mass of a man,
Rings be damned
If he never wins again
What we have is enough
Memories (feats, destructions) to last us a
Million basketball-less summers
Memories aren’t just for the lonely,
But for the longing too
And the longing don’t have to be lonely
The longing and/or lonely don’t
Need rings or royalty
Just a man moving through a
Slow-motion world of
Blank-faced helpless defenders,
A screaming freight train barreling towards punctuality
Narrative be damned
His ability exceeds our qualifications and
Accolades,
Definitions and Parameters,
His existence on-court is
Independent of contemporaries and
Forebears
I’ll take a ghetto blaster and destroy the
Trophy cases with heavy bass
I can’t wait to invent a ray gun just to melt the
Infinite statues symbolizing his greatness
I’m resurrecting René Descartes to help imagine a devilish saw and equations that
Undercut the stats and tables we use to articulate greatness
What is victory
Without the struggle?
What is war
Without the sacrifice?
What is success
Without the failure?
The anticipation of a hundred thousand years is
Finally over
We made it
We’re here
And free to believe in whatever we please
Dancing With Noah 