A Nuggets beat poem
After a big win over the Clippers I waxed poetic. Snap your fingers, light a skinny cigarette and join me for a coffee shop style Nuggets vignette.
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Screw it. I’m just going to love them.
I have been so caught up in expectations that I have forgotten why I am a fan.
Tonight my Nugs reminded me. It’s because it’s fun. It’s because I am proud .
Analysis my ass.
Give me a front row seat to the regular season.
Seeding be damned.
It is what it is.
It’s so easy to be hard on the Nuggets.
There’s a vast NBA conspiracy and it’s not their fault.
The team is finding its self.
Who knows, it could be winning it all.
It won’t, but it could be…
Danillo, Kenneth, Ty, Andre, Andre, Kostas, JaVale, Wilson, Corey … I Iove them all.
And I love George Karl.
I’m a fan, damn it.
Always angling for stories. Always trying to burn them. What’s wrong?
This season is just so cool.
A team you can cheer for.
A work a day bunch.
They’re better than you think.
Don’t hasten the inevitable.
Enjoy what is now, Nuggets fan.
Because it’s fun. Because they’re good. Because you’re good.
Because they could be the Lakers.
On the outside looking in.
But they’re not.
They’re on the inside looking out.
And that’s OK.
They didn’t make the bed. Stern did.
It’s not magic. It’s predetermined.
But today is all mine and I am a Nuggets fan.
