After Thursday’s surreal Game 6 victory against the Lakers I was dead set on writing some kind of piece about the experience. But because I didn’t get a chance to take notes, I realized a traditional recap was going to be hard to come by. After mulling over several, more creative ideas for a post, I decided writing a poem might be the best way to summarize whatever memories remained from Thursday. Sticking with the Notorious B.I.G. theme I introduced on Wednesday (which has since become contagious), I give you, It Was All a (Nuggets) Dream, by yours truly.
It Was All a (Nuggets) Dream
Open eyes thinking,
Staring at the ceiling,
Denver is everywhere,
She has on a blotchy blue and white dress,
The city buildings reach out to touch it.
Going through the motions,
The whole day is monotonous,
Two more hours,
Brushing fingers through clothes,
Finding the Ty Lawson throwback.
Not much longer,
KG is ballin…
The whistle finally blows,
Delay the inevitable.
It’s so fast,
Everything’s moving so fast,
Press pause so I can breathe.
Mozgov does play physical defense,
Can’t do anything on offense,
But that defense is real.
And so goes Ty Lawson,
Speeding around the track.
Shots are dropping from everywhere,
A rainy storm builds inside the Pepsi Center,
Tickle that net.
Something is different,
You can feel it,
George must have prayed to the basketball Gods.
The racecar again,
Those wheels are turning and turning,
He’s daring the others to try and keep up,
“Come on!” he says,
“Let’s go!” he says.
Kobe is sick,
Said his room looks like a scene from The Exorcist,
But Ty Lawson is the one turning heads.
Manimal is on the prowl,
He wants to eat rebounds for dinner.
And Corey Brewer,
Walking on toothpicks.
They bottled him up with all the energy of the Cosmos,
Then uncorked it before the game,
People see a “shooting star” at Pepsi Center.
The arena is illuminated with splendor,
Speckled white stars throughout,
Bucket after bucket,
One, two, three,
The rim swallows them all.
A tableau of purple and gold bodies,
With heads of pallor,
How long we’ve waited for this moment,
We’ve dreamed about it,
Oh how we’ve dreamed,
With vague imagination.
But now it’s happening,
Blue and yellow bodies,
They stand in triumph,
Topped with howling heads.
Radiating with unbridled amusement.
Has been plucked from our dreams.
No matter what happens next,
Good or bad,
We will awaken.
But the dream will always live on,
And that moment,
Will always be real.