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    Fragments From "Isiah! The Musical"

    From time to time the news cycle offers up an event of such import and complexity that it can only be comprehended through the medium of musical theater. This week resident composer Ben Greenman takes a closer look at the sexual harassment lawsuit against New York Knicks coach Isiah Thomas.

    [ANUCHA BROWNE SANDERS goes to work for the New York Knicks.]

    ANUCHA BROWNE SANDERS:
    Oh! My first day
    I am so excited
    It's like there's a party
    And I've been invited

    A wonderful franchise
    A wonderful town
    I'm floating on clouds
    And I'm not coming down

    [ANUCHA BROWNE SANDERS meets ISIAH THOMAS.]

    ISIAH THOMAS:
    Hello, I am Isiah Thomas.
    Have you met my brother John?
    He lives inside my boxer shorts
    It's him that I depend upon

    ANUCHA BROWNE SANDERS:
    I'm sorry, sir
    I beg your pardon
    I'm new here
    Working at the Garden

    ISIAH THOMAS:
    Well, I'm a big shot around these parts
    I'm the coach of the team so I have clout.
    Do you know the difference between my wang and a sandwich?
    No? Well let's have a picnic, and you can find out.

    [ANUCHA BROWNE SANDERS tries to ignore ISIAH THOMAS's behavior. Still, it continues]

    ANUCHA BROWNE SANDERS:
    I really need those papers signed

    ISIAH THOMAS:
    I'll get on top of you and grind

    ANUCHA BROWNE SANDERS:
    We need to talk about the team

    ISIAH THOMAS:
    I'll drive the lane until you scream

    ANUCHA BROWNE SANDERS:
    Call back the commissioner

    ISIAH THOMAS:
    My hand's full of conditioner

    ANUCHA BROWNE SANDERS:
    Are you ready for the meeting?
    They're serving sandwiches and pie

    ISIAH THOMAS:
    I know which pie I should be eating
    So good it makes a grown man cry

    [ANUCHA BROWNE SANDERS challenges ISIAH THOMAS to a game to end the comments.]

    ISIAH THOMAS:
    I notice you're taller

    ANUCHA BROWNE SANDERS:
    But you're a pro baller

    ISIAH THOMAS:
    That much I can guarantee
    Balling is my specialty

    [ANUCHA BROWN SANDERS sighs. She plays the game. ISIAH THOMAS wins, 11-8.]

    ISIAH THOMAS:
    I've been meaning to ask you this
    Will you reach inside my pants?
    I'm just looking for a kiss
    Without the charm or the romance

    [This is the last straw. ANUCHA BROWNE SANDERS goes to JAMES DOLAN, the chairman of Madison Square Garden. JAMES DOLAN is holding a lightbulb in his hand and flipping a switch on the wall next to him. He seems confused that the bulb will not illuminate.]

    ANUCHA BROWNE SANDERS:
    I hate to be the squeaky wheel
    I hate to be a bad news bearer
    You need to get things in control
    You need to prevent further error

    JAMES DOLAN:
    This bulb won't light—
    It's busted, right?

    ANUCHA BROWNE SANDERS:
    When Isiah said
    He would make a pass
    I thought he meant an assist
    Not him eying my ass

    JAMES DOLAN:
    Remember when I flicked the switch?
    This thing should light without a hitch
    Ms. Browne Sanders, will you sit
    While I try to get it lit?

    ANUCHA BROWNE SANDERS:
    Mr. Dolan, I won't sit
    Your request is inappropriate
    The people here are inept bosses
    Perhaps that explains the team's recent losses

    [JAMES DOLAN, stung by her accusation that he is inept — he doesn't know what the word means, but he faintly remembers that words starting with "in" tend to be negative — and furious that she won't help him with his lightbulb problem, fires ANUCHA BROWNE SANDERS.]

    ANUCHA BROWNE SANDERS:
    When Mr. Thomas discussed penetration
    And taking it hard to the hole
    I played along and was a good sport
    But now, Mr. Dolan, I'll see you in court

    [Even though JAMES DOLAN is in his own office, he stands huffily and leaves. He goes into the closet instead. The racket of falling mops and brooms is heard. The next day, ISIAH THOMAS heads about the lawsuit.]

    ISIAH THOMAS:
    I always wear a suit these days
    But a lawsuit? Never.
    These wily working women
    Think that they're so clever

    If we're going to trial
    I'll do it in style

    I'll cruise through the proceeding
    Consistently succeeding
    Then I'll be sipping Hennessey
    In my fancy suite in MSG

    Bring on the stupid trial
    I'll win by a mile

    I was a great ball handler
    So why won't she handle my balls?
    I wish she'd come and see my office
    Or return my repeated calls
    Or just accept the fact that
    On a crisp November evening
    I might wait outside her window
    For hours without leaving

    I welcome a trial
    Have you seen me smile?

    [The case goes to court. ISIAH THOMAS explains how ANUCHA BROWNE SANDERS's charges will be destructive to the team.]

    ISIAH THOMAS:
    Sticks and stones
    May break my bones
    And stones and sticks
    May hurt the Knicks

    Throw rocks and twigs
    If you insist
    Say sexist pigs
    Are in your midst

    But in the end
    Your accusation
    Is just a source
    Of aggravation

    It's only words
    It's only names
    Our job here
    Is to win our games

    So fling those sticks
    And throw those rocks
    But aim them at
    The jury box

    [ANUCHA BROWNE SANDERS repeats her claims regarding ISIAH THOMAS's behavior. Other revelations include the fact that former intern KATHLEEN DECKER had sex with Knicks player STEPHON MARBURY in the back seat of a car in the parking lot of a strip club.]

    KATHLEEN DECKER:
    I got in the car
    Excited? Very.
    I was about to have a night with Marbury
    He shoots, he scores
    He's not a scrub
    I had just emerged from the topless club
    Marbury's a star
    Or the closest we've got
    And I was drunk in a parking lot

    STEPHON MARBURY:
    My sneakers cost just fifteen dollars
    They're perfect for the country's youth
    This intern, man, was even cheaper
    That may be rude but it's the truth

    [KATHLEEN DECKER then testifies that ANUCHA BROWNE SANDERS was an abusive boss.]

    KATHLEEN DECKER:
    She yelled at me
    And made me feel inferior
    Even before I had sex
    In the car's interior
    And pleather stuck
    To my posterior

    [Suddenly, ANITA HILL bursts into the courtroom.]

    ANITA HILL:
    He touched me too
    It's true. I promise.

    ISIAH THOMAS:
    Now what the hell?

    ANITA HILL:
    Sorry—wrong Thomas

    [ANITA HILL exits the courtroom. The jury deliberates. They find ISIAH THOMAS guilty. The Knicks are ordered to pay $11.6 million in punitive damages. ISIAH THOMAS addresses the press.]

    ISIAH THOMAS:
    I'm innocent, very innocent
    You can write that down
    You can put it in print
    I'm being smeared, being very smeared
    Just you wait and see
    I'll be totally cleared
    Of the lies and the slanders
    Of Anucha Browne Sanders

    [ISIAH THOMAS goes back to Madison Square Garden. His first stop is JAMES DOLAN's office. He picks up the phone immediately and gets back to work.]

    ISIAH THOMAS:
    Get me Wade!
    What do you mean no trade?
    Draft Durant!
    What do you mean we can't?
    How about Ewing?
    Are we renewing
    His contract? I can't concentrate
    So filled am I with rage and hate.

    [ISIAH THOMAS realizes that JAMES DOLAN's phone is a plastic prop. It's not even plugged into the wall. This should make him laugh, but it makes him cry.]

    ISIAH THOMAS:
    I'm not cut out for the normal world
    I only know about basketball
    Even if I wanted a sexual favor
    I never should have asked at all

    Maybe I'll be exiled
    To Georgia or Wisconsin
    All because I wanted her
    To touch my Magic Johnson.

    [ISIAH THOMAS brightens.]

    ISIAH THOMAS:
    This verdict is so horrible
    And yet, I see a silver lining
    Somewhere off beyond the clouds
    A ray of sunlight's slyly shining

    The things I've been convicted of
    Might be a great distraction
    From the fact that the team I ran
    Performed to no one's satisfaction

    When Larry Brown went overboard
    I took charge of the Knicks
    And they just threw up bricks
    Throughout two thousand six

    To say they were embarrassing
    Is an insult to embarrassments
    And so now I will grit my teeth
    And tolerate these grim events

    [ISIAH THOMAS does appeal the conviction, but only so that the issue of his guilt or innocence will stay in the headlines. The Knicks narrowly squeak by in a preseason exhibition against Tel Aviv and are blown out by the Cavaliers, 112-83, in the season opener.]


    Ben Greenman is an editor at the New Yorker and the author of several books of fiction. His latest book, A Circle is a Balloon and Compass Both, was recently published.

    Previously: Fragments From 'Me And O.J.! The Musical'

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