“Sacra bleu! Irony of ironies”

“Sacra bleu! Irony of ironies” cried Alley Oop in his prime, at the La Brea tar pits,
as custodian of the  2000 year old dinosaur
digsin the panhandle of the Los Angeles basin. 
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“How could this be?,” beaming his cyber space
Social media tag back slash, in those ancient
tombs, comparable  to the Pharoah’s
pyramids.
Maybe not on all fours, but the berths for two Springfield,Massachusets Hall of Famers in futurobegs the question. How could they survive the programmed digital jungles, ravaging our minor planet.
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Climbing down into the tombs, his quest for any repository as to the whereabouts of two dinosaurs, vanished from their crypts, after their eumongus non aggressive
Vegetarian diet , grass and grasshoppers, satisfied their cravings,
during the dinosaur age, and the 2000 year old man.
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But Alley Oop was not to be denied.  Wasn’t he the most gifted in his role. The screen actors guild, director Delbert Mann, had given him the bon vivant in the Beverly Hills Hotel pump room“You got the part, Alley OopNo extra nor stand  in comes evenclose. Your charisma transcends the La Brea tar pits.
Victor Mature, Carole Landis’s “One Million B.C. ”.
But having the role of a lifetime, could in no way dissipate the insecurities that could plague him for the rest of his La Brea tar pit Holy Grail mojo.
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In the meantime, Paul and Kevin, the given names of the twolarger than life tyrasnnosaur on their Holy Grail odyssey.…..”  
Our neighbor to the Northeast.. Toronto ,Canada where they passed customs as
Not way” are they jocks on the make.. But two larger than lifelegends in the storied History  of the game. Not only in our time,but for all time .
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Paul Pierce, growing up in Inglewood, a suburb (LA x) in the L.A. basin, near the Lakers Forum , conceivably could have gone to Ucla and begun his Holy Grail quest with the Pope of Westwood, Ucla’s  John Wooden, Wilbur Johns successor, into the Hall of Fame.
His partner allegedly a “dinosaur”.. Kevin Garnet, headlined theNelson Eddy Royal Mounties, their Raptors numero unono into the playoff’s 7th and deciding game.                       V
Meanwhile Alley Oop, their cdustodian back at the LBrea tar pits, was exploring their domain, or in Dinosaur lore, trheircaves. Who cooud be responsible for sch va dstrdlysurrepitiousct..Freaking out on coke? Heroin? Any concoction
Of 21st century cyber space, the Buck Rogers Flash Gordon  interplanetary thrusts…Mars, Jupitur, Saturn…….wherever!
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So the two basketball dinosaurs fought out their long Holy Grails of endurance, stick to itivenss, and the will to dominate the game. Champion s to the word, they assailed  longevity and endurance, going the distance with the Boston Celtics, and bonding with the the Brooklyn Nets(downtown Broolyn at Flatbush an Atlantic Avenue,  the Long Island Railroad’s hub)
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The series tie three games apiece, the
The  ‘Ben Hur Coliseum’ ambiance… red shirted fans” on the Raptors home court, where the stats would claim the Raptors have the home court momentum.
Game 7, the proof of the Dinosaur’s last gasping breathe, chasing their dream..
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Fourth quarter! Six ticks on the clock!. The Raptors time out.Coach Kidd callls a time out,hiis clipboard in  hand. Diagnosing the defense for his two pumped up Dinosaurs, in playing their limited minutes, not knowing their berths at the Tar Pits, werecausing paleontology quakes: freaking out.
The shot clock winding down 5..4..3…the Raptor in his “zone”,dribbles to the weak side…..makes his deceptive drive…dinosaur Paul Pierce leaves his post under the net….the Raptorenergcasts a one ….Pierce leaps,  his long arms and hands reach high and higher, blocking the shot heard around the world.
The radio announcer screaming…”RejectedRejected! 
The Dinosaurs 94 Raptors 93. 
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“That’s why I’m here,” said Paul the Dinosaur, flexing his 2000 year old biceps. ”Being in the right place
at the right time. 
Didja ever meet a Dinosaur who didn’t have a killer instinct?  
Captain Jason Kidd, at the wheel. “Unto South Beach, mates.”  
May 5, 2014. The City that never sleeps.