me and my blocks

sometimes when i go up for a block it's just a regular basketball play

sometimes when i go up for a block i NAIL it and it just feels RIGHT like that ball belongs in those STANDS UNGHH

sometimes when i go up for a block it all comes together perfect like my body is just finding a groove and it's all just smooth jazz from here till springfield

sometimes when i go up for a block i think i can see everything like the whole scheme of things and i can take everything and heal it and get it all working again. i can shot-block the PAIN and i can shot-block the INJUSTICE and i can send all the negativity right back into the face of the blazer that it came from and everything will finally be really good like i was told it'd be

sometimes when i go up for a block i can feel the outlines of ideas like time and space and life and death and i realize that these are just ideas that we tell ourselves and that really it's all more of a -- like a donut-shaped spectrum with this gentle kind of -- well

but usually when i go up for a block i miss the ball and get called for a foul and fall on my butt with my arms and legs whipping around like car-lot streamers and nellie looks mad and monta looks mad and my parents at home look mad and i just have to climb within myself and focus on not crying while i get ready to box out on the second free throw

basketball is a complicated game