Reunions: #26 Ematt Huggins

Reunions: #26 Ematt Huggins

Ematt Huggins, I loved that guy, I’ll say
As a man loves a man, not in a gay way
He was our star basketball center
Tall as a goal post,
I once heard a cheerleader say
his dick was just as long
But that perhaps was just her song
I never saw his charger when he peed
Or looked to find his cock you see
Just his gentle smile all the while
The man was no fool
We expected he would bring fame to our school
Married the star cheerleader Mary Lou
She had twins at 22
An NBA star
We expected he’d go far
Suddenly he was out of control
Drugs had taken hold
Fights and binges followed suit
Sex parties where he did toot
Lost his position was replaced by Knute
We prayed he would get his act together
Visit us in the warm weather
His wife and kids left for better times
Last heard he was homeless half blind
From a fight with another vagrant, they said
Someone broke a bottle on his sleeping head
Living in Texas, buying meth from Mex’s
Sure, he achieved center page
When they found him dead
Under a blanket next to the town Gazebo stage
34 years, half frozen with a needle in his arm
We did not save him from harm
If such a thing is possible, who knows
If nothing else, this drug scene blows
We used to eat pizza and drink beer together
even though we were under age
In the Italian Casino where they thought beer
was how you got saved
They gave you all the holy water you could pay for
Then they’d watch you stumble out the door
to your car out in the lot
Jesus, they didn’t care a lot
Melvin Daniels smacked into a tree
Broke his collar bone into three
But most of us got home ok
Back then no one cared like today
When DUI’s are taken seriously
Rather then scuriously
Ematt, my friend, where was I when you needed me
Perhaps I was just to blind to see
I know you tried, spent lots of time in rehab
but still died
Ended up on a slab so cold
I am now a man so old
That I may not be here next year
To put flowers on your grave as I told
You I would, the day we buried you
The team, the coach
A gaggle of reporters often
asking how they got you in that tiny coffin
Your six foot eleven could hardly fit
so you lie cramped for eternity
Shoeless in paradise as I see
I pray there is a basketball court in heaven some day
So I can once again watch you again play
Dear Ematt…see….please forgive me….
You are not the only one I failed
And now for me the boat has sailed