Basketball Jones & The Education Game
Editor’s Note: The following poem is excerpted from Dick Barnett’s book Without Rhyme or Reason.
The brother turned the corner and got to the air, his extension was breathtaking as he slammed with a flair. The crowd was on its feet cheering his every move, his jumper was dropping long and deep, he was in a fine groove. He faked left, he faked right and went for the kill, this game of basketball is a monster thrill.
