Sargasso Summer: A Poem for the Frantic NBA Fan

Every true NBA fan knows the feeling: It's late August. If you read one more "fantasy trade proposal" you're going to scream. Another unfounded rumor might send you through the roof. Even halfway decent on-line humor has somehow gone stale.

It's the NBA off-season and any significant activity is still weeks away. What to do?

Rojo Grande offers this original poem as encouragement and hope. It won't be long now. We're almost there.

Sargasso Summer

Like sailors on a cyber sea
Our gaze more fore than aft
Hearts affixed on distant port
and mem'ries in our draft

Wind and current - two good friends
Keep hands and mind a flurry
Hoist the mainsail! Lash those lines!
In frenzied times we scurry

But August brings the sailor's bane
An eerie stillness s'round ye
As in The Doldrums find we now
...The dread Sargasso Sea

"Dead in the water!"  Aye, lament
The wind and waves lie down
Boredom, strife, insanity
As mate on mate abounds

Seaweed, stench. No fish in sight
The water's runnin' low
We're all a-wishin' oars we had
At least then, we could row

Ahoy ye mates! A sign I spy!
Look up - atop the mast!
The flag's a flickerin'. Can it be...
September's breath at last?

Our hearts do skip, we lick our lips
The deck begins to rumble
As Capt'n, sailor, monkey, rat
From out their racks do tumble

It won't be long 'til we depart
This curs-ed wretched sea
Then...open water, billowed sail
I'll drink a toast to thee

previously published in August 2007 http://blazersedge.com/
image credit: www.milhousbooks.com