Spree is Me

I did it! Last night with 4-minutes left on the clock before my workday expired, I sunk five in a row on my Koosh b-ball hoop in my cubicle. I jumped up and violently thrust a fight-the-power fist in the air to silently salute my sports spirit guide, Latrell Spreewell. Even this morning, all five Koosh balls sit nestled in the net reminding me of yesterday’s glory. My psyche is now fully aligned with Spree. “I am Spree as you are Spree as you are me and we are all together.” It only took 6 days and 17 attempts. For now, I’ll let the right sidebar reflect my spiritual accomplishment and the enduring journey that led me to enlightenment.

Yellow matter custard dripping from a choked coach’s eye
Fractured pinky finger unscrupulous suspension
Spree you been a naughty boy
You let the New York Knicks down
I am the Latrell, they are the Latrell
I am the Spreewell, goo goo goo joob goo goo goo joob

~PS: Congratulations to Spreewell for ranking #4 on ESPN’s NBA’s Biggest Cancers list!
...and so it was written, shenry at 11/07/2002 09:29:00 AM.
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