Wherefore means “why,” Rollie
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Wherefore, Romeo, art thou a wing?
Defy thy genes and grow six inches.
Or if thou wilt not, be instead a shooter of renown,
Or you’ll no longer be a Celtic.
‘Tis Two Jays who are your enemies -
Though wait, there’s Marcus Smart,
And Brother Hayward too, jealous of their time
Upon the court, already gladdening the eye
Of Stevens and of Ainge. O be some other name.
What’s in a name? That which we call a wing
Could be a shooting guard, or forward small;
Were not the game itself renewed, or in its latter days.
Thou art thyself, thou drivest with either hand
And left or right, no matter, that hand finisheth anon.
But O, that paint, protected from floor to rim
By stalwart giants, long and scowling, when
And if you venture there. Take your reps, lose that hitch, and
Find a stroke! If you’re to claim a place in the rotation.