NATE LOGAN
DRAKE CAUGHT LINT ROLLING PANTS COURTSIDE at RAPTORS / NETS PLAYOFF GAME |
[First replay]
Bob Costas pulls the Bob Costas mask over his head. This is done in the privacy of a high security dressing room lit with black candles. No one is certain what Bob Costas really looks like, if “Bob Costas” is, in fact, his real name. This mystery of our times is relegated to low-traffic blogs when Drake produces a lint roller. The scene is on the Jumbotron and Bob Costas throws his hands up in a type of I-dodged-a-hashtag prayer. “Drake? What are you doing?” he says. [Second replay] I’m standing on a cliff of sedimentary rock, looking down on my namesake river. Wait. I should back up a little. I’m talking metaphors here. The cliff is my chair which took not thousands of years to make like a cliff, but a week or two in Pennsylvania. The namesake river is my team (all the good basketball metaphors are spoken for). You could say I’m on the edge of my seat and you would not be far from the truth, which is due for a comeback. Basketball has never lied to me—not like a baseball- shaped cookie that tastes like ice hockey: a missing tooth, blood, used skates. [Third replay] I meander to the kitchen, nod at my chewed up copy of the Sonnets, through which all 14-line poems are possible & at whose composition I’ve failed. Drake has never failed at anything, he is like Shakespeare in this way. Hold on, we’re going to write a song for the Heatseekers Chart, Drake says. Hold on, I’m going to write 27 poems about being a total loser and in love, Shakespeare says. I return to the game and there is no game happening. There’s the shot of the shot of the shot of Drake accomplishing a goal, putting all of us to shame. |
NATE LOGAN was born and raised in Indianapolis, IN. His work has appeared in Forklift, Ohio, Ghostwriters of Delphi, and Ninth Letter among others. He's a contributor to _____ On Sports and chief editor of Spooky Girlfriend Press.
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