Here’s the quick low down on this highlight reel dunk, then let’s have some seasonal fun with it.
Breein Tyree stars for St. Joseph’s boys basketball team in Metuchen, N.J. He also happens to have some serious hops, to the degree that he can flat out jump over defenders. Case in point: This wild slam against South Brunswick in St. Joe’s 53-34 victory.
It was a great dunk, and truly overpowering. No question. Now let’s see how it holds up when interspersed in ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas.” Sounds fun, right? OK, here we go:
Twas the night before Christmas, when all near the hoop
Not a defender was guarding, let alone a troop.
The plays were diagramed on a white board with care,
In hopes that Breein Tyree soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of dunk-a-thons danced in their heads.
And mamma in her Rutgers gear, and mine on my back,
Had just settled our brains for a prep hoops nightcap.
When down in the paint there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bench to see what was the matter.
Away to the baseline I flew like a flash,
Gazed on a fastbreak that would not be passed.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a smaller team, and Breein Tyree in the clear.
With a little slippery guard, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Tyree’s pick.
More rapid than eagles his fastbreak it came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
“Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So down to the paint Breein Tyree he flew, with
no choice but to watch and wait for a clue.
It came in a twinkling, I heard from the coach
The practicing and practicing of perfect leap.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Up went Tyree, as if he was never coming down.
We could go on from there, but it probably wouldn’t do anyone justice. Instead, please feel free to come up with your own and let us know. Clement Clark Moore would be proud, we’re sure of it.