Bruin basketball. Like poetry in motion. It deserves haikus.
Bruins have five claws. A basketball team, five guys.
Coincidence? No.
Crab cakes and football? Try b-ball and Diddy Riese. It’s
just what we do.
Arron Afflalo. He gets the ball, hits the shot, UCLA wins!
The Galen Center. Filled to the brim with one chant. It’s
“just like football.”
Took it to ‘SC 65 to 64 Gauntlet, here we come.
Big cast of players Spans through all of the ages These Bruins
for life.
Wooden, the legend, The great wizard of Westwood, Wherefore art
thou, John?
Ben Howland is god. He likes man-to-man defense. He is bald and
bold.
Alfred Aboya. His named filled up the first line. Hey, what can
ya do?
Michael Roll from 3 With gangster, Backstreet Boy hair All you
hear is, “swish.”
Mbah a Moute. The prince of the boards and the King of the
tip-in.
On offense Josh Shipp Lights up, Sunset Strip style When he is
not hurt.
A man among men, He is better than Farmar: Darren Collison.
Lorenzo Mata Will take the ball from you and Stomp on your face,
son!
Spark off of the bench Too fast for the human eye. It’s
Russell Westbrook.
Look to Oregon. We await our love, Kevin. Come home to
Pauley.
Do you remember? Bruins win, Morrison cries. Sweet. Sweet.
Sweet. Sweet. Sweet.
Do you remember Michael Fey and Steve Lavin? Yes, it hurts
sometimes.
Do you remember A giant wearing small shoes? Kelvin Kim. Where?
Where?
Still Pauley gets loud. 8-clap is two syllables. Do two and a
half.
Lotus blossoms fall. Gophers run in the forest. Mata will stomp
both.
Only a year past. The Bruins will win once more. Final Four,
let’s go.
Title 100 Will be won in Atlanta. Hold it up, Howland.
E-mail Gordon at bgordon@media.ucla.edu.