I love the last image in this poem by Adrian Matejka, "Do the Right Thing": "... the missed / free throw feeling in my chest." Something that was not your fault but feels like it was, like you missed the free throw and lost the game, when in fact, it was the star's terrible performance that blew it for your team.
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Thanks, enjoyed the poem. And Spike's behavior (assuming the incident is true) doesn't surprise me. I never liked 'Do The Right Thing'; always seemed to me to be a clumsily made (though self-consciously stylish) series of one-sided straw man arguments masquerading as a fresh angle on the race issue.
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