Kevin's Reviews > Be Holding

Not sure how he does it, but Ross Gay's epic poem starts with one of most stunning plays of basketball history and then, like watching YouTube clips late at night, he guides us down emotional wormholes where we relive personal moments of his mother and father, and we can't look away. The physical and personal is effortlessly intertwined. I recommend reading this and then watching a bunch of Julius Erving highlights and documentaries (personally, I credit "Dr.J" as the reason I fell in love with basketball as a kid). And then read some more Ross Gay.