As you have likely heard, Dwight Howard has been traded to the Lakers. Surely whole screens full of pixels will be spilled analyzing the trade, but I stumbled across this earlier and I thought it would add a new, more sensitive dimension to the ongoing saga. Possibly inspired by Ethan and Beckley’s Shakespeare twitter-riffing, Dwight took to the private Livejournal he shares with me and a select few other bloggers to post a sonnet memorializing the past few months and his trade. For Dwight–and I think, really, for all of us–this has been an unforgettable ride, and it culminated in a trade that will endure forever:
Thou art more complex and more ludicrous;
Rough winds do shake small market teams today,
And Howard’s lease hath all too short a date;
Sometime too hot the eye of Houston shines,
And often are picks a fickle guarantee;
And every Brooklyn effort sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;
But this eternal summer shall not fade,
Indeed, conjecture unabated grow’st;
Nor shall Bryant brag thou wander’st in his shade,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
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