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John Updike's most famous poem, "Ex-Basketball Player" explores the triumphs and failures of the town's former star athlete, Flick Webb. Not only does "Ex-Basketball Player" perfectly capture the all too common fallout from sports culture in the United States, it also contains one of the greatest metaphors in all of twentieth century poetry. My favorite notebooks: https://fieldnotesbrand.com?aff=49 Use code FNCOMMA10 for 10% your order! ============================================== Note, if you purchase anything through the affiliate links above, this channel will receive a small commission. Thank you for your support! Pearl Avenue runs past the high-school lot, Bends with the trolley tracks, and stops, cut off Before it has a chance to go two blocks, At Colonel McComsky Plaza. Berth’s Garage Is on the corner facing west, and there, Most days, you'll find Flick Webb, who helps Berth out. Flick stands tall among the idiot pumps— Five on a side, the old bubble-head style, Their rubber elbows hanging loose and low. One’s nostrils are two S’s, and his eyes An E and O. And one is squat, without A head at all—more of a football type. Once Flick played for the high-school team, the Wizards. He was good: in fact, the best. In ’46 He bucketed three hundred ninety points, A county record still. The ball loved Flick. I saw him rack up thirty-eight or forty In one home game. His hands were like wild birds. He never learned a trade, he just sells gas, Checks oil, and changes flats. Once in a while, As a gag, he dribbles an inner tube, But most of us remember anyway. His hands are fine and nervous on the lug wrench. It makes no difference to the lug wrench, though. Off work, he hangs around Mae’s Luncheonette. Grease-gray and kind of coiled, he plays pinball, Smokes those thin cigars, nurses lemon phosphates. Flick seldom says a word to Mae, just nods Beyond her face toward bright applauding tiers Of Necco Wafers, Nibs, and Juju Beads. 1957 Affiliate Link: Anthology of other great twentieth century American poems: https://amzn.to/2HCtG5M Note: the above link is an affiliate link. That means if you purchase an item through it, this channel receives a small commission. Thank you for your support! Follow Oxford Comma Elsewhere: Facebook: / oxford-comma-102606634592290 Twitter: OxfordComma15 Website: https://exploringoxfordcomma.weebly.c...