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Even with no mention of avocados or grapefruit juice, Timmy can be counted on for loopy banter!

Tony we’ve heard a lot of chat
But your latest tête-a tête with Tim Kurkjian
Made us tear out all our hair

Could he actually have said
One guy’s jumper is as deadly as these chord progressions
Those are things you can’t compare

That sounds insane
Though one guy’s songs are grand
That’s not the same as shooting free-throws underhand

I must say it never has occurred
To me to wonder whether I preferred
Monet’s haystacks to a hat trick by Gretsky
You could just as easily
Compare Joe Namath’s creaky knees to deaf Beethoven,
Or the taste of fondued cheese

Please tell us why
You’d juxtapose these things
There’s no need to side
With Jackson Browne or Rick Barry

After "Doctor My Eyes' by Rick Barry