The Four Back Board Men

Up north boarding two countries, a skirmish broke out, when blue jays from another land, invaded the top perch, occupied with a striped tiger pack. Flying high at breakneck speed the flock pecked their way descending on the Motown danger zone, flattening parked car tires with the mission, ‘lure patrons to visit the Ford dealership and engage in the big buy’.

King Sabonis sitting on his throne, presiding over a Golden State, where Giants a few cities away, wore Levi’s denim finest when fool’s gold digging, and dreaming the big rich score would come at any time during their lifetime, needed a decision carried out.

Putting down the sporting statistical newspaper section, King Sabonis, called upon his throne, Journeyman Jonas.

Feeling a little shaken but not stirred, the gigantic gentlemen with a big heart, not finding any luck now, approached the Capital seat.

“Journeyman Jonas, I know I recently summoned your greatness when your magic tricks did not succeed with the wizards dismal track record.”

“And I am honored to come here to be with a true winner,” the raptor sized performer replied.

“Only problem,” King Sabonis replied, “we are not champions! Either!”

“Yes, we are not champions,” Journeyman Jonas paused, before treading anymore, thin ice skating, “we are enjoying pennies from heaven.”

“With 49ers, panhandled fake fortunes,” King Sabonis explained, “established back when there wasn’t any NBA TV.”

“That’s a long time ago,” Journeyman Jonas noted, “when things were done the hard a way.”

“I want you to go find yourself some nuggets,”

“Should I bring back honey mustard or ranch, King Sabonis?”

Giving him a stern paved with gold stare, Journeyman Jonas returned to reality.

“Where?”

“A Mile high from here,” King Sabonis commanded, and off into the dark, Journeyman Jonas travelled using his triple A trip tik, directing him towards the Mile High Mountain.

Discovering the Auksinis Triangle Trail and seeing the pathway connected earth with the Protas viewing area, Journeyman Jonas remembered the childhood legend that states, Vasara sits patiently, waiting for answers.

“What type of questions?” Journeyman Jonas wondered, “what does Vasara want? When I arrive on cloud nine.”

“The truth, Journeyman Jonas, the truth,” JJ heard King Sabonis voice inside his head,

“But what if they cannot handle the truth?”

“We ask the questions, Journeyman Jonas, not you,”

After walking through the country western town, the Auksinis Triangle Trail appeared, starting Journeyman Jonas’ ascending adventure.

“Where are you going Journeyman Jonas?”

“Find the nuggets on cloud nine.”

A green light flashed allowing Journeyman Jonas to proceed higher, “what do you see around you?”

“Beautiful blue tapestry and a bright yellow sun,” Journeyman Jonas honestly observed.

Suddenly grey dark storm skies emerged, “you are wrong Journeyman Jonas,” the voice exclaimed as lightning flashed and thunder clasped, “your success pacer time is good, Journeyman Jonas,” chuckled the invisible sound bite.

“One more question,”

“And my final answer?” Journeyman Jonas continued playing the game.

“What association features red, white and blue basketballs and had a three-point shot?”

Shrugging his shoulders, Journeyman Jonas started hearing Monica Liu sing jazz, as the bottom dropped out making him fall through a trap door. Seconds later, seeing a bunch of kids smirking, the Center stage star accepted the heat defining the entertainment spectacle as bull, hearing the youth exclaim, “it’s showtime,”

“What did I do?” Journeyman Jonas inquired.

“You won our consolation prize,”

“Cheese fries?”

“No,” the children laughed, “a history book.”

Sitting up, Journeyman Jonas noticed a change when a wild west town replaced the folklore fantasy. Standing proceeding entering the tavern, pushing miniature doors the visiting tourist sauntered over securing a table, appreciating a waitress’ greeting smile, “we have our daily special today, chicken nuggets.”

“I will take a dozen,”

“Do you want honey mustard or ranch?”

“Ranch, and that is my final answer.”

Turning around two elderly Bronco busters curiously investigated, “what can you do in eight seconds?”

“Let’s see,” Journeyman Jonas listed, “steal, rebound, take one from downtown and slam it home.”