Tarzan as parlayed by Buster Crabbe Bruce Bennett

Tarzan as parlayed by Buster Crabbe Bruce Bennett (Herman Brix at a hundred years old) Johnny Weismuller and Lex Barker... turns to Maureen O’Sullivan “Jane it’s a jungle out there.”

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Donning his skin tight leotards as thou cast in the role of a motivational speaker swinging from

giant redwood trees...the former Olympian swimmer knocked his dred locked 2000 year old head against the picture window.

“A jungle of a tsunami out there, m’love”,” stepping onto the porch in the same rhythm as a Boston Celtic point guard in the guise of a rondo (a musical construct of Beethoven and Mozart)

“ Surreal incredulous unbelievable,” our ape man bellowed as he swung over the

jungle’s labyrinth...........swamps quicksand cannibals poachers ...encroaching on the fauna and foliage of Doctor Schweitzer’s Africa.

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Cheetah the chimpanzee, leaped from his tree house, clutching Tarzan’s loincloth.

“What’s playing out boss man?”

“What do you think, Cheetah? You’ve a survivor Living in this reality scene almost your whole life. Raising you as our own Sonny ,”said the former Olympic swimmer.

“Man’s inhumanity to man.” squawked Cheetah thru his teeth so nobody could hear ..never knowing if any spear throwing cannibals were listening,... their poison tipped spears pounced for the ambush....human or animal whatever.

“The law of the jungle what can I say Don’t y’think if I had my way Jane and I would turn our tree house.... the cable the electronic gimmicks I pods.... over to you and the family of Ape”

“Where would you belly up? Back to your ’civilization’s ode to love?”

“Weapons of mass destruction, Cheetah. .... unleashing suicide bombers as thou there was no tomorrow.,” the two clinging to the rope.... surfing their quintessential turf ...

“Tarzan you sound like you’re condescending, ,” said the chimp, peeling a banana...literally chomping at the bit while coasting thru the air, oblivious to the safaris on the jungle floor.......

The Tarzan sequels, Fay Wray’s King Kong”. George Marton’s “King

Solomon Mines”(second unit director) ...William Holden’s Kenya like safari before he settled in “Stalag 17" wth Billy Wilder, the Berlin born director capturing Holden’s soul in the WW2 prisoner of war camp

“Where’s the five dollars you owe me, coach?” he asked the Wilder in quest of the Bruin Trojan football bet he won..

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The chimp&Tarzan soaring over the dense underbrush Doctor Schweitzer called his sanctuary....

”A blessed sanctuary..... indeed.”.

Cheetah into his pre loaded gizmo of an I pod with a remote favorite f m tuner of a hundred....

You guessed it......Rondos Rondos........... .

Enlightened Africa/, Spencer Tracy..”Doctor Schweitzer.. ,I presume”) May 20, 20010.

Who would know in the prime of their Midwood High futuro....

Who would know in the prime of their Midwood High futuro....1941 and ‘42 freshmen,... the Chief Justice and the Commissioner of Athletics....Joel Berson and Herbert “Whitey” Adler...Murray Eisenstadt’s first tennis team (‘44) would again rendevous.

The Big Apple’s Yale Club for pasta made in front of our eyes .. tomato or split pea soup... assorted deserts .. Arnold Palmer’s iced tea as thou the Yale New Haven green reflected the bustling hi rise dining hall....

“From here to eternity” playing out May 13, 2010.

Gulf of Mexico’s oil spill...

Gulf of Mexico’s oil spill... Staten Island ferry’s deja vu crashing into St George’s terminal the European union bailing out Greece with a one trillion Euro package... what more could our minor planet endure in its 21st century...... Enter a six foot one point guard for the Boston Celtic basketball dynasty named after a musical construction......Rondo yes a whiz kid with a look alike Richard Widmark baby face,


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Once out of Tubby Smith’s Kentucky gym, a whirling dervish proved to himself and the cosmos he belongs with Oscar Robertson and Wilt Chamberlain in their triple quest......

Points rebounds and assists in the modern era. John Stockton Steve Nash Jason Kidd were field generals Eyes in back of their heads... peripheral vision ....but the legerdemain Rondo demonstrated in game four with the Cavs was breathlessly exhilarating, his lithe 6'1 obliterating time and space in his “world’s all a stage”

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A virtuoso performance. the maestro orchestrating his “brothers” to become better...”he made us better” as the supporting cast would allude to other point guards...Jason Kidd Steve Nash John Stockton

Never have these aging blues seen such a Harry Houdini quantum leap into uncharted sweats Rondo’s vision defining the playoff series two games apiece, the Picasso like free wheeling Celtics in Cleveland for tonight’s fifth transition into the rainbow.

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How does Puck in the Bard’s “Midsummer’s Night Dream” Porky in Gershwin’s “Porky and Bess” inculcate such a penetration in the paint....nail threes from downtown,,,,execute behind the back passes while crashing the boards..... Shaq faked out, the pumpkin with TonyAllen dunking with two hands, the glass shaking...

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The Holy Grail of the musica called basketball: its finesse instilled in its worshipers by Phog Allen Adolph Rupp Hank Iba Eddie Sutton coach John Wooden Clair Bee Red Auerbach Red Holtzman. .with the likes of George Mikan Bob Kurland big men pointing the calculus to another gear......

Yet in the role of ball handlers like Bob Cousy Steve Nash Jason Kidd John Stockton their genome woven in the playgrounds of their dreams and longings

To amount for something heroic in their give&go lay ups..... in the zone landscapes to make their supporting cast better....their chemistry larger than life.

Right? Right..

To overcome the Goliath challenges to their Herculean motion in poetry. What is their secret? Their potency to strip off their street clothes, galvanizing themselves as we spectators marvel at streaking tour de forces in search of themselves.

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A travesty as Rondo the Magician masterminds ... indeed poses his palpitating heartbeats that the Sherpas of Mount Everest could grasp and understand in making the 93 foot Kirov ballet part of his sensitive insensitive soul

Calibrating the flow and motion to these aging blues as Apollo.....the orbital flights and ....”One small step for man, a giant leap for the Celtics”

Danny Ainge Doc Rivers the father surrogate of a coach, his “sons”: in synch with their “father’s” aggression, the tempo in sych with Doc’s fluid state of mind weighed against the Goliath based on the Lake Erie shores.

Orestes slashing the monster of a MINOTAUR.

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“MVP MVP” screamed the spectators.... the Gods of basketball watching from their bannered heights........

Bill Russel Tommy Heinson (“the Celtic radio voice”) Havlichek off the bench Sam Jones Bill Sharman KC Jones Dennis Johnson Larry Burd The Chief Don Barksdale Bill Walton McHale Tiny Archibald Howie Schultz.....towering larger than life scorers shooters passers thru fuve decades of streaming parquet floors..

They broke the mold of hotel bellhops and sleeping car porters, Abe Lincoln’s Emancipation Proclamation.... a century and a half comes to life as these great grandsons of cotton picking slaves demonstrate thirty lashes with a wet noodle irony.

Their competitive juices.... adrenalin if you will, thriving in this environment...steroids drug enhancing drugs cast asunder.... tapping their interiors, transcending their plantation handlers.

“Don’t look back You’ll see something gaining ..hearing those thunderous stutter steps” said Satchel Paige playing out his role..... a 46 year old relief pitcher for the Cleveland Indians.

NBA playoffs, game 5, Cleveland, Ohio. Cavs versus the Celtics, series tied 2-2..

If you see something say something

“If you see something say something” on this Cinco de Mayo, 2010, seventy two hours after the Times Square reality scene made a hero of a Persian war vet peddling his wares....


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“What were his wares” you ask?” T shirts with ET ‘s imaging front and back as though the Steven Spielberg alien had landed right in the middle of a Saturday night Times Square....

morphing as the Pink Panther .... unschniding a terrorist and his weapon of mass destruction.

Firecrackers fertilizer short circuiting wires.... our Sabu was drunk in his role to emulate the Hamburg Germany cell that took out the twin towers downtown. Their stealth ambushing three thousand human beings...., our vigilance gone, taking our heroic Big Apple earthiness for granted .

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But nine years later the hallowed cry is “not this time. You’re murderers under your Sabu grinning state of mind traveling to and fro from your mud eastern TNT camps. Money laundered and brainwashed by the likes of a Saudi named Ben Laden. .

Our assailant 30 years old buying into the big lie, selling his soul in a suicide part with the devil.....a self destructive myth gone berserk.

Is this Goethe’s Faust grabbling with Mephisto on Broadway’s great white way? Or further down at Lincoln Center..... the Met and Gounod’s legacy?

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Putting his act together in Bridgeport., Connecticut..the Bard’s own repertoire in the University’s library- our”Sabu” matriculating a low presence until he maxed his patience in Times Square Saturday night.

He dusted his Sabu mask....

Gone was the Automat up a block. The chess ping pong second floor arcade opposite the automat..Bryant Park... the majestic library... the risque double feature movie houses.... porno shops.... New York Paramount Loews Criterion,, the recruiting station.......the underground shops ... the miles long subways... to the 5 boros ....

Coney Island..the boardwalk... Luna Park Steeplechase..the parachute jump.....

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Who art this fellow? To act out such a vindictiveness? To ignore his own frailty by plotting the destruction of humans like himself except for his verbal facility in Pakistani dialects. But no difference in their fundamental breeding and biology.

Right? Right!.

Meanwhile our vet huckstering his ET tee shirts at ten bucks a throw saw the smoking car sucking air....and hailed one of New York’s finest.......( A hulking Hupmobile? ? A Nissan 500 @ Craig’s list hot rods?)

A guest appearance on “American idol: ,,,. A Distinguished Service Medal

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However the terrorist eluded capture, his name not on the most recent genome data base.... taking his seat on the aisle .. back of the bulkhead. strapping himself in for take off to Dubai on the Arabian Peninsula when a banging was heard “Open up in the name of the law” at the door.., ..the jet engines shooshing,...

The pilots into their check list for taxi img down the tarmac, awaiting the :go: from tower.....

The G men and the ghost of the Pink Panther (Peter Sellers) strode up the aisle toward the bearded 30 year old Sabu ......... aisle seat, his legs up against the bulkhead. ., no smoking sign on, .... the inter com.....”Fasten your seat belts.”

“I’ve been waiting for you,”said “Sabu” as the Pink Panther placed his right hand on his shoulder, clutching an ET tee shirt in his left..

“Gotcha chum..”

JFK tarmac Cinco de Mayo 2010