Mediocrity Killed the Cat
Cheap laundry detergent…that's what mediocrity smells like.
Unsalted crackers...that's what mediocrity tastes like.
A weak handshake...that's what mediocrity feels like.
The 2021 Celtics...that's what mediocrity plays like.
On now to Dallas where the snowfall has melted.
Celts in a snag that needs to be dealt with.
Does this Boston season have a glimmer of hope?
From previous comments, I'm gonna say "Nope".
Things began fruitful for our mediocre Cs.
Tatum hit fade-aways along with 2-threes.
Both teams were hot
Missing few shots.
The lead and the ball.
A good starting remedy.
Dallas got wiser.
They're switching to Phizer
and Doncic, c'est la vie.
Boban, Boban you've come to play.
Back and forth, the lead now sway.
How big are your hands, anyway?
3-seconds, Refs! Time delay!!!
Payton Pritchard's come to play!
Doo-dah, Doo-dah!
Feeding TimeLord!
Sticking threes!
Oh-dee-doo-dah-day!
And here's to you, Joshy Richardson.
Heaven holds a place for those who trey.
Trey! Trey! Trey!
This Cauley-Stein!
He's a pain in the behind!
Isn't that illegal crossover?
Leave me alone.
Let me go home.
Let me go home and start over.
-The Fireballs ("Bottle of Wine")
(Halftime - 56-55 - Boston)
-Paulbrot's Halftime Thoughts-
My name is Luka.
I can pound your neck and jaw!
I play upstairs from you.
I think you might have seen me before.
If you hear something, fate or fright,
some kind of virus,
some kind of blight.
Then just don't argue anymore.
No, just don't argue...anymore.
-Suzanne Vega
Kendrick would beckon for defensive energy.
I had a brownie at halftime to pleasure me.
Opportunities, there's many.
Makes however?
They not be ☹️
Swing Low Sweet Tristan-Tom!!
Coming forth to carry me home!
Reload these Mavericks,
Coming forth to carry me home.
This games getting borring, so what should I do?
Coming forth to carry me home.
A band of gypsies, coming after you.
Coming forth to carry me home.
Hardaway seems proud to play,
for these Mavericks in Dallas.
However,
when you're talkin' 'bout tenure.
Powell's their oldest member.
Boban's back and these bodies be banging.
Hey Lah-dee-dah!
My Boban's back!
At first we were ding-a-ling-ing!
Then we were dang-a-lang-ing!
Doncic's a project!
This game defies logic.
Too many shots we be a clanging!
Scal and Mike talk Tina Turner
while Brunson sticks an And1 burner.
It's Aretha, I'm thinking.
You better think!
Think 'bout what you tryin' to do to me!
TimeLord slams Jayson's missed - 3!
It's beginning to look like another 4th quarter fold.
Our D is suddenly sluggish.
Our offense has gone cold.
The Mavs are leading by seven.
My eyes turn toward Heaven.
We're down double digits.
Low and behold.
A Brunson burner was answered by a Walker-Four-fer!
I feel a pulse. Doctor!
We're alive.. Walker!
Come on on without
Come on on within.
You've shot an air-ball
No it did not hit rim!
Things got meaner after Brunson's leaner.
Review after review,
Brown a late two!
Who'll be our homecoming queen?
Who'll be our Daydream believer?
Cheer up, our weepie green.
Oh what can it mean…..
Luka has spoken!
Mavericks 110
Celtics 107
https://allpoetry.com/poem/15745083-Luka...y-Paulbrot
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