 This is a poem about Manu Ginobli. It's called Manu Ginobli. Manu Ginobli is a thief. He'll strip you at center court, down to your Adam in the Garden crotch leaf. Just leave you hanging there, so to speak. Meanwhile, he's on a ragged jagged zigzag rollercoaster ride to the other side with his all the way to the hoop. Hocus pocus. Now you see me, now you don't. Think you'll stop me? Betcha won't. This is Raging Bull and Ali in Melody. This is machinery meets poetry. The surge of skin and bone, dissecting defenses with precision surgery. Here's the incision of cutting vision. The no-look cross-court assist or that twist that'll knock you on your ass because there's both English and Spanish on that spinning pass. This is rock and roll meets Argentine tango on the highlight show. Super G2O in the flow, off the give and go. And don't you know you're too slow, so gonna blow right past you. Inote enojes, just because I got the corazón and the cojones to outlast you. He'll have you off your seat and on your feet and so prepare the whee, the G, the wow, the damn, the whoa. But don't forget that he plays D just as tenaciously as O. He's the brick wall that moves with you and no matter how fast or large, just when you think you've gotten through, abracadabra poof! At a thin air, he's there to take the charge. And so you've got to give him credit, don't you see? Because Manu Ginobli is just like Visa. He's everywhere you want to be. He's your ball and chain, the hunger of will that feeds on fear and pain and the shadow that you can't outrun despite the absence of the sun. He's a thief, as I said, and he'll steal your dreams away because no one comes any harder when the clock says it's time to play. It's Manu's day. And here's the way your nights descend to mark the end. With time running out, the ball in his hands to finish, the buzzer-beating pass to Timmy on the no-look dish, the fade to black because your hopes have just faded. Step back, fade away, thrish or better yet the magic move you can't forget the crossover fake into the pain think I'm going that way but I ain't. I'm taking flight to boom the rim and rend your heart a thunder and yes, that was lightning you just saw flash behind your closed eyes LeBron James, in case you were starting to wonder because Manu Ginobli just threw down another left-handed dunk and you've just been kissed by thunder. Thank you.