Give and Go
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"It was a simple give and go."
Time was a professor thought,
And he thought of the next generation of
men, and the next century of men,
he thought of past generations of men, back to the greeks,
And he realized the beauty and the value of the pastimes of men,
And he realized that athleticism was part of the way
And a ball, and a goal, and law, all part
of the way,
And so he invented
I am White Cousin, so named by the brothers at 11th and
Lombard Streets in
The City of Brotherly Love. You know the story. White boy makes
the grade on the black man's court. Took me four Sundays. The first I had to wait
four hours to get in a game, and by that time virtually all the real players had left. Second I waited
two hours—you know the story. When I finally got to play I showed them I could dish and defense was
something I took serious and I was swift and I hustled like I was delirious. They saw my value, and accepted
me, and on the fourth Sunday I got picked up right away by the best player, who was there the whole fours hours that first
Sunday I was there, and who picked me up with the words, I got White Cousin.
You know the story.
It’s funny about names.
Everybody in the world got another name than his or her own. I believe everyone chooses that nickname,
in one way or another, makes it for oneself. Makes it for one’s self. Get it?
If you don’t get it, think about it. Figure it out. For example, I liked
White Cousin and I let it stay. If I didn’t like it, I woulda made sure nobody called me that.
I woulda jus said Yo, that ain’t my name. My name is So and So, so jus call me that.
There’s etiquette in the world, and a person has the right to be called by the name that suits him.
And the same is true vice-versa—there is reciprocity. I know guys who legally changed their
names. You know what that means don’t you? It means they changed their identities.
You might say, no they just changed their names, they’re really the same person. But then
that jus means you don’t understand. When a man adopts a name he is saying to the world and to himself,
this is who I am. The guys I know done it were changing their Gods. You think if you
change Gods you don’t change identities? Ha! Anyway, I accepted the nickname,
and that means I had a hand in it.
Everybody’s got one that fits. If yours don’t
fit—and like clothes, if you don’t like it then it don’t fit—if yours don’t fit, get one that
does, or none at all.
My penname, or penname, aka pseudonym, is Bo Changson. That is because my
father is Bo Chang, and I am his first son. He got his nickname from a variety of sources.
It’s like a good meal that’s got a couple main ingredients and then assorted spices to boot.
So, too, with Bo Chang. The Bo comes from the first two letters of his last name, and the Chang
comes from his being the first in his neighborhood to sport a goatee, which itself came from his study of Chinese wisdom,
something everybody already knew he did. He had been called Bo first, and then when he went to college
and got interested in the truth and the way, then some people started calling him Chang. So some were calling
him Bo and others were calling him Chang, so it naturally married and he became Bo Chang. Just as naturally,
I am Bo Changson. My
real name is Kevin Boyle, and I like that as much as I liked White Cousin. It indicates I am of Irish blood,
and there’s just as much reason to be proud of that as is there is to be American. I unearthed our
genealogy and found our coat of arms was a tree, and I discovered that Kevin means Kind. I went to Ireland
and spent two days with the oldest of our own clan, Denny Boyle, who tearfully recounted his unmarried, childless life.
He died a month after I knocked on his door. And walking the 7 mile road from Creeslough to Carricart,
I stopped at a pub and unexpectedly met the octogenarian who had seen my great-grandfather off to America—contrary to
her expectations, she never saw him again. Yes I have taken pride in my name, and I think that everyone
should do the same. My pride bids me say it again:
My name is Kevin Boyle…
Allow me a dirge.
John Harnice, Henry Smith, Dennis McGettigan,
Do you know each other now?
Do you know each other now?
I think you do, in this dirge, in this book,
in this other life.
We are together now---we
only need a fifth----
is there? Magic’s still alive…That was Jordan’s father…
Yo, Harno, good call, we’ll have a draft
Yea, Hen-Do, that’s true, we be the
only team draften
that’s it, we get the first and only pick
Among the dead.
could pick a girl.
not if we’re talken about playen the best hoop we possibly can.
Who are we playen against?
Yea, against afucken eternity!
I love it!
win every game. We’ll go undefeated forever, for the whole
history of the future of time! The
whole future of the history of
time! We’ll never lose!
If we choose the right dude. Who’s the best hoopster dead?
Or better, who’s the player we need?
John, you’re 3, Dennis, you’re
2, Henry’s 4, I’m 1—we need a 5.
You always need a 5. Who’s the best five man dead?
Yo, we gotta play with George Mikan!
Now Derek Smith
Like the reclusive lovers
churches and libraries
away for when they are dead.
Live in hiding.
Train unseen and be prepared
I have seen
Michael Jordan catch it in the post
with his back to the basket, fake baseline, turn,
fade, and kiss it off the
glass and in.
Give and Go
Oscar made the first NBA basket ever,
And when interviewed about it later said,
It was simple give and go.
He who makes the first pass, scores last.
Hall of Fame
I got this watch on tonight, first time I had a watch on
in ten years.
And the last time I wore a watch I wore it for like a week, then discarded
cause I didn't like having something wrapped around my wrist and I
didn't and I don't believe in time.
In fact, I consider time irrelevant, an
invention of humanity which has no bearing or relation to the essential
truth of god or nature. In fact, I think that time is the opposite of the true condition of god and
nature, that the true condition of god and nature is
without time, is eternal, is the opposite of time.
So it is unusual that I would
be wearing a watch. Again, it's uncharacteristic not only
because of my philosophical intuitions regarding the irrelevance of time, but also because
my physical nature despises
having something strapped around my wrist.
But tonight my father gave me the watch he was given to
commemorate his inauguration into the Big 5 Hall of Fame. And though watches don't mean
to me, this watch means a lot to him, and it means even more for him
to give it to me, so I wear it proudly, still indifferent
to time, and now
indifferent to the image presented by jewelry.