This is a story of a man who seems to have fallen victim to one of the renowned, yet unfortunate sporting narratives. Where the shine of his star seems to be fading under the dimmed spotlights. He is but a big fish that lives in a small pond, and this is a touching story that should hope to bring down the barriers and allow him to swim towards a sea of relevancy, where he could one day become a champion:
There once was a man named Kemba that others seemed to fail to remember.
It occurred in a place down in Charlotte, where one Hornet ran riot, but still, his noise never rose above quiet.
As loud as he played, with all the guile that he displayed, on ESPN his highlights would never get played.
With the team on his back, with no moment to slack, but dare they lose, just know who will receive all of the flack.
He is the third leading scorer in the whole entire league, nailing shot after shot in spite of fatigue.
Have you seen his stepback jumper? It’s poetry in motion, and the way that shot falls like a drop in the ocean.
But our dear Kemba is drowning, in the shallow pond he resides in. The problem of being a big fish is becoming outstanding.
We plead that you get him more help, so he doesn’t have to push for victory all by himself.
Though, as a neutral, I love his heroics. Single-handily besting villains, prose that belongs in comics.
This is a story told to forebode, of a boy named Kemba who’s worth his weight in gold.
Let’s move him from his small pond to one of the famous seas, so our dear Kemba can shine gloriously in relevancy.
