JOEL'S FATHER (basketball) Back

He was 57 when he died,

lived long enough to remember

the halcyon days of Knick glory

when Dollar Bill and DeBusschere

ruled the courts, along with Clyde and Barnett,

and, of course, the captain, Willis Reed.

The ball whipped around the circle

like a flying bird, darting swiftly

from one post to another.

The father would bring his young son

to the Garden, tell him the stories

of the Knick five who were

the definition of teamwork.

He would tell him of the time

Willis walked out onto the floor

hobbling on his bum leg and

promptly sank his first two shots.

Joel never saw the old Knicks,

just had his father’s words

locked into a vault in his head.

He promised himself one day

he would bring his own kids to the Garden,

and tell them the stories his father had told him