"There is a basket. And there is a ball. I'm not quite sure if I can bring the two together, but, okay. I like the concept and yes, it is quite a workout. Still, baskets and balls are two different objects in my world. It is frankly odd, that grown men with tattoos and muscles make millions delivering a ball into a basket while I toil away in obscurity writing the most clever of sonnets, poems and essays. Perhaps my time has past. Perhaps a thinking man's time has past. Perhaps that has always been the gentleman's fate. Indeed, perhaps I long for a past and a future that has never been. Perhaps I should just, as they say, "get with it." Perhaps I should stop saying "perhaps."