The NBA Dribbled Out

I was reading some Thomas Stearns Eliot recently, and I after a quick mental calculation of the syllables involved, arrived at “The Love Song of C.T. Thibodeau” where the narrator wouldn’t be the sexually frustrated Prufrock, but an enraged coach upset with his guards for switching on sideline pick and rolls. I know, but whatever. Anyway, Aaron, the man behind Baller Shots, beat me to the punch, not in structure (only I would be stupid enough to think this was entertaining for anyone but myself and possibly three other readers that dig Eliot’s early 20th century post modern allusions), but in subject matter. Here is Aaron’s essay: How The Bulls Are Blooming Without Rose. And yes, I almost made a Leopold Bloom joke, but not even my classmates read Ulysses. 
On the court, point guards come and goTalking of guarding Derrick Rose.

I was reading some Thomas Stearns Eliot recently, and I after a quick mental calculation of the syllables involved, arrived at “The Love Song of C.T. Thibodeau” where the narrator wouldn’t be the sexually frustrated Prufrock, but an enraged coach upset with his guards for switching on sideline pick and rolls. I know, but whatever. Anyway, Aaron, the man behind Baller Shots, beat me to the punch, not in structure (only I would be stupid enough to think this was entertaining for anyone but myself and possibly three other readers that dig Eliot’s early 20th century post modern allusions), but in subject matter. Here is Aaron’s essay: How The Bulls Are Blooming Without Rose. And yes, I almost made a Leopold Bloom joke, but not even my classmates read Ulysses

On the court, point guards come and go
Talking of guarding Derrick Rose.