Michael Jordan is
a friend of mine
down at the courts where
i play basketball
there is this
midget that hangs around
shooting baskets.
he never actually plays
in a game with us.
he just shoots around
as we are warming up
or waiting to get
into another game
but he can hit the
three about as good as
anyone out there.
one day he came
up to me and started
talking really fast:
"guess what my name is,
dawg. go on, guess."
i looked at him
as i shot a jumper.
"i don't know, what?"
i said.
"Michael Jordan,"
he said,
"it's Michael Jordan,
dawg."
"get the hell out of here."
"really, dawg, it's
Michael Jordan."
he took out his
wallet and showed
me a check cashing card
that had his name
typed across the top of it:
Michael Jordan
"well, what do you know,"
i said, "you are
Michael Jordan.
you definitely shoot the
three like Mike."
"that's right, dawg,
i told you i was Michael
Jordan," he said.
that he did.
i haven't seen Michael Jordan
very often since that
day, but every time i do
i wave over at him
and yell, "what's up,
Jordan?"
and he yells back at me,
"Kukoc! (which is what he calls me)
what's up, dawg?"
then i pass him my ball
as he sets up
and drains a three.
-published in Thunder Sandwich
#16