GUEST POST: 13 Ways of Looking at a Point Guard

May 15, 2014; Los Angeles, CA, USA; Los Angeles Clippers guard Chris Paul (3) shoots against Oklahoma City Thunder forward Serge Ibaka (9) during the third quarter in game six of the second round of the 2014 NBA Playoffs at Staples Center. Mandatory Credit: Richard Mackson-USA TODAY Sports

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Among nine limber titans

The only moving thing

Was the dribble of the point guard.



He was a triple-threat,

Like a team

On which there are three stars.



The point guard stutter-stepped on the perimeter

It was a small part of the pantomime.



A ball and a basket

Are one.

A ball and a basket and a point guard

Are one.



I do not know which to prefer,

The beauty of cooperation

Or the beauty of isolation

The big man picking

Or just after.



X’s and O’s filled the court

Nearing horn-blaring impasse.

The eyes of the point guard

Scanned, to and fro.

The play

Traced on dry-erase

His symphony of arrows.



O string beans of Mutumbo

Why do you imagine throwing bows?

Do you not see how the point guard

Glides under lithe limbs

In the space beneath you?



I know spacing and shielding

And pressing and pacing;

But I know, too,

That the point guard is involved

In what I know.



When the point guard went to the bench

It marked the edge

Parsing limelight from lowlight.



At sight of point guards

Dishing to the backdoor cutter,

Even the acolytes of Iverson

Would cry out sharply.



He rebounded over forwards

Ball in his control.

Then, a fear pierced him

His confidence shaken

By the nimble-fingered pilfer

Of a point guard.



The offense is flowing.

The point guard must be passing.



It was dusk in the chain-link cage.

They were scoring

And they were going to score.

The point guard skittered

Soles skidding on concrete.

Hardwood Paroxysm