I’ll admit it, we here at TDGP are literary types. Ground Possum read Hawthorne’s complete works while serving a prison sentence, and me, well, let’s just say I’ve danced with the devil in the pale moonlight. (Ok, that wasn’t a literary reference. It was from Batman. But I’ll bet you a Calupa–a steak chalupa–that it derives from some great literary text).
Anyhow, I thought I would post some work from one of our great modern poets and American treasures: J.J. Redick. These are coming atcha from DEADSPIN, which is reposting them from Sports Illustrated, which apparently posted them in earnest. Sports Illustrated is for old people and reformed criminals who no longer understand irony because they stopped taking drugs.
here are a couple of choice nugs.
As I decide to fulfill my life’s strategy
The devil insists on trying to battle me
I meet him in an empty field on the high plains
He throws temptations my way to inflict internal pain
Life and death matters, this ain’t no game
It’s mind over matter, the power of my brain
and:
Six days of work, but only one day of worship
Five ways I feel pain, but that’s only on the surface
Four corners of the earth, all touched by God’s churches
Three sisters have influenced my poetic verses
and I will leave you with this inspirational verse:
But no bandage would cover the wound
I couldn’t help but stare at the distant moon
Waiting for a resolution to come at an instant soon
I asked the Lord, “What am I to do?”
He said, “Son, I made the sky blue
The rain falls because of me
Leaves change colors on a fall tree
I was the inspiration to Martin Luther King
I’m the reason Ray Charles could sing
I’ve changed others through and through
And my son, I’ll do the same to you”
I don’t know about you folks, but this makes me want to do the opposite of everything he says. Why do so many of these guys turn out to be such wangs?
this is t-vog written all over it.