How love, Warriors basketball and poetry introduced Tom Meschery again

Published: March 11, 2024

SACRAMENTO, Calif. — The poet has been upstairs in his workplace, tapping on the keyboard on varied initiatives. Most of his mornings start this manner … a lot work to do. Some days he tends to his weblog, and on different days he tidies up his memoir that’s nearing publication. Or he could put the ending touches on one other of his thriller novels. And after all, his poetry. There is at all times his poetry.

Much of his poetry chronicles his outstanding life. He was born in Manchuria to Russian mother and father, and from ages 3 to six lived in a World War II internment camp in Tokyo. Just earlier than he turned 7, he crossed below the Golden Gate Bridge. After shifting to America, he later turned an achieved skilled basketball participant who did extra than simply begin alongside Wilt Chamberlain. He was a 1963 NBA All-Star and the primary participant to have his quantity retired by the Golden State Warriors. He additionally was a failed bookstore proprietor, coached basketball all over the place from Portland, Ore., to Africa, and spent 24 years educating highschool English.

His eclectic path is made extra fascinating in that at 85 he refuses to grow to be idle and bask within the accomplishment of a life nicely lived. He says he’s “obsessed” with being productive, which for him means writing. He has authored 5 books of poetry. Written two memoirs. Six novels. The majority of his literary work has come after he turned 70. He tries to clarify the “why” behind his obsession however in the end concedes that maybe poet Alfred, Lord Tennyson put it finest in Ulysses:

How boring it’s to pause, to make an finish,
To rust unburnish’d, to not shine in use!
As tho’ to breathe had been life!

It’s that final line that notably resonates with the poet, Tom Meschery. Just since you are respiratory doesn’t imply you’re dwelling.

In 2005, he was recognized with a number of myeloma, a blood most cancers that has no remedy. Doctors estimated he had 5 years to stay. Now 19 years later, he’s as prolific as ever, at the same time as he sacrifices a day to interrupt from his pc and regale a customer with tales. He credit medical science, and specifically the drug Revlimid, for protecting his most cancers in remission. But he additionally feels one thing deeper, one thing extra highly effective has been behind his late-life renaissance: a love story. His love story.

He isn’t massive on sentimentality, lest it come throughout as maudlin. However, he’s a romantic and subsequently acknowledges that his love story is greater than only a poet falling for an artist. Like his poetry, which he says “seems to come out of nowhere,” she got here from a web-based courting website and adjusted his life. Not solely modified it but additionally performed a task in saving it.

“I think love acted as a barrier to the cancer,” Meschery says. “It was like the door was closed. Maybe it wasn’t locked, but the love was holding onto the door and not letting the cancer in. And that kind of love changed my attitude toward living. I started spending all my time thinking about living, rather than dying.”

Melanie and Tom Meschery portrait


Melanie and Tom Meschery at their dwelling in California. (Max Whittaker / For The Athletic)

When Tom Meschery acquired his most cancers prognosis in 2005, he was already in a little bit of a spiral. He was newly divorced and had simply retired from a educating job he liked. Living in Truckee, Calif., a ski city on the outskirts of Lake Tahoe, he had grow to be engulfed with loneliness. He was 68 and wrestling along with his goal in life. Now, confronted with a prognosis that seemed like a demise sentence, he slipped into what he referred to as a suicidal melancholy.

His spiral was palpable. After separate visits following their father’s prognosis, his three youngsters — Janai, Megan and Matthew — all left involved.

“We were all really worried about him,” Matthew says. “Not just because of the cancer, but also the circumstances of him being alone up on the mountain, just going through that mostly by himself.”

The siblings keep in mind evaluating notes after visits. They all remarked how the home they grew up in — one crammed with exercise, laughter and vigorous dialogue — had grow to be so quiet.

“It was a house that was always filled with people, a very social place, and dad was always the one holding court,” Janai says. “And the contrast … was hard on all of us.”

By 2008, Meschery may now not suppress his melancholy. With Matthew visiting, Meschery remembers halting the ironing of a shirt and blurting out to his son: I’m lonely.

Matthew made a suggestion.

Go on-line, Dad. Everybody does it.

So he put himself on the market. The poet went on his first date.

“I wasn’t particularly impressed,” he sniffed.

His second foray on the courting website appeared unbelievable from the get-go. Her identify was Melanie Marchant, and her profile image was gorgeous. There is not any approach, he reasoned, that she is in her 60s; she seems to be 30. And it appeared too excellent that like he, she was artistic, an achieved painter situated two hours away in Sacramento. For a month, they chatted on-line and on the cellphone. They talked about literature, cooking, her two youngsters and his three.

On Valentine’s Day 2008, a primary date was organized at a Turkish restaurant in downtown Sacramento. As he hurried into the restaurant, late, she was ready with the maitre d, toe-tapping in mock disgust. She playfully caught her tongue out at him.

They exchanged playing cards. His card to her featured the poem Wild Geese by Mary Oliver. The poem represented his vulnerability, his willingness to be open.

You don’t have to be good.
You don’t have to stroll in your knees
for 100 miles via the desert repenting.
You solely should let the comfortable animal of your physique
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I’ll let you know mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.

Her card for him? A Valentine left over from considered one of her grandchildren, that includes Batman. Almost 20 years later, it nonetheless humors him.

After dinner, they went to her place. She says she had a shock for him. As they went up the steps, he turned enraptured. Lining the partitions of the staircase had been spiritual icons. He was taken again to his youth and his Russian Orthodox roots. Then, the shock: she had rented “Ratatouille” — the animated film a few rat who has a nostril for cooking — which performed off their frequent conversations about recipes and delicacies.

“And that was it, babe. I was in love,” he says, throwing his fingers within the air. “As I drove back to the mountains that night, I knew this was going to be a lifetime relationship. I just knew that she and I were going to be together for the rest of our lives.”

One 12 months after their first date, they had been married.

She had been divorced for 30 years and says “if you go 30 years, you know when you find something.” They linked over their artistic curiosities and their love of literature — she estimates of their first 12 months of courting they spent between $2,000-$3,000 on books. And quickly, she turned his trusted editor. He figures she has edited 53,000 pages of his writing.

“I would go through his manuscripts and write “Booooooooring!” Melanie says chuckling. “But I think his writing is wonderful. I do worry when I ask him how he slept, and he says ‘Not well …’, because that means he has written another book in his head. He’s got three or four of them up there now.”

He says she has grow to be his muse, however extra precisely she has grow to be considerably of a life coach. She calls him Thomas and he calls her Mel, and they’re continuously engaged in playful banter, attempting to get the opposite to chuckle. One of her favourite pastimes is charting who she considers probably the most good-looking gamers within the NBA (De’Aaron Fox, Steph Curry and Harrison Barnes high the present checklist).

However, she turns stern and blunt in terms of his most cancers. She is adamant that our our bodies are usually not separate from our minds, and from the onset of their relationship, she has conditioned his thoughts to revel within the now somewhat than dread what may very well be forward.

“When he told me he had cancer, I said, ‘Yeah? I know a lot of people who have cancer. When you are 70, people get cancer,’” Melanie says. “I don’t do drama. I don’t do sobbing. What I’m good at is, if there is a problem, it’s not a challenge. You just take it and solve it. And the man I met was so healthy and happy … he has cancer? Not today. That’s just how I felt.”

His mindset modified. He stopped pondering a lot concerning the future and as a substitute embraced what was in entrance of him. There was poetry to put in writing, grandchildren to take pleasure in, dinners available and basketball video games to observe.

“When I met Mel, I knew that I had found the love of my life,” Meschery says. “And from that point on, I became more positive about myself, about my cancer and about how long I would live. I just couldn’t whine about it with her, she wouldn’t stand it. She inspired me to just let it go, and trust my instincts.”

He is on a upkeep dose of Revlimid — 28 days on the drug, 10 days off — and each three months he has blood drawn to chart his cell rely and presence of proteins. Every check since he has met Melanie has proven the most cancers to be in remission.

“And we laugh about it: Another three months of putting up with me,” Meschery says. “It has become a much more casual conversation, almost like it’s not life-threatening anymore. And I think that was all her doing, which became my doing. It was like she passed on this belief system to me, and gave it to me as a gift.”

Tom Meschery at his computer


Tom Meschery has printed over 100 poems about sports activities and is working to complete his memoir. (Max Whittaker / For The Athletic)

NBA gamers from the Sixties would chuckle on the thought of Meschery as a poet, trumpeting the powers of affection. To them, he was the Mad Manchurian, a 6-foot-7 bear of a person who was identified for his depth and physicality, which typically morphed into rage. He performed energy ahead, and after 778 profession video games — six seasons with the Warriors, who moved from Philly to San Francisco in 1962, and 4 with the Seattle TremendousSonics — Meschery averaged 12.7 factors and eight.6 rebounds. But as his nickname suggests, he was as identified for his temperament as he was for his ability.

He as soon as grabbed a chair throughout a sport and chased Lakers middle Darrall Imhoff into the stands. And he remembers combating Philadelphia’s Chet Walker, and after each had been ejected, charging at him within the again hallway.

He has but to reconcile with the dichotomy between how he performed and the way he views himself. He addressed his unease in his final guide of poetry, “Clear Path,” with the poem Rumors.

He writes of his spouse on an airplane, and a passenger remarking to her that Meschery “was the meanest son of a b—- I’d ever seen play basketball.”

…there was my epitaph being written
at ten thousand ft above the earth
by a stranger who might need seen me play
or possibly in no way, and simply heard from somebody
else that I used to be imply. How rumors begin. How unjust
a life will be, seen via another person’s eyes.

“It always shocked me that I often reacted so violently on the court,” Meschery says right now. “I know in my heart I was not a violent man. But if you experience violence once in yourself, I think you are forever going to second guess the possibility that it is a part of your personality. And it can hang there for a lifetime. I can’t look in the mirror and see myself as a mean son of a b—-. But I know there was a part of me … and that poem was part of that reflection that I sensed, and regrettably so, that there is something in me that would allow anger to enter. And it’s not a good feeling.”

He additionally by no means bridged the barrier between him and his father, whom he liked however with whom he struggled to attach. His father needed him to enter the army and by no means watched him play basketball, deeming it unworthy as a career. He opened Meschery’s eyes to poetry, as he would recite poems in Russian on the dinner desk, unafraid to weep. Meschery says one of many nice regrets in his life isn’t arriving in time to say goodbye to his father earlier than he died. In his first assortment of poetry, “Nothing We Lose Can Be Replaced,” his piece entitled Tom Meschery is actually a letter to his father, who as soon as requested, ‘What kind of work is this for a man?’

Old immigrant, I admit all this
too late. You died earlier than I may clarify
newspapers name me a journeyman.
They write I roll up my sleeves
and go to work. They use phrases
like hammer and muscle to explain me
…father, you’d have been happy with me:
I labored within the firm of huge males.

Meschery additionally recounted the night time Chamberlain scored 100 factors towards the Knicks in 1962. Meschery began beside Chamberlain and performed 40 minutes, amassing 16 factors and 7 rebounds. In the poem Wilt, he captured a viewpoint from the crew bus: the distinction between a historic night time of labor on the hardwood and the extraordinary, on a regular basis life within the Pennsylvania countryside.

As a rookie I watched
Wilt rating a century in a single sport
in Hershey, Pa., with the odor
of chocolate floating via the world
…however largely, what I keep in mind about that sport
is that this: …on the bus driving via the darkish Amish countryside,
exterior a farmer in a horse and buggy,
hurrying dwelling within the all
too temporary mild of his lantern

He has greater than 100 poems printed about sports activities and quips that he’s subconsciously attempting to match the two,841 private fouls for which he was whistled throughout his profession. When requested if he ever displays on the breadth and depth of his life’s work, he pauses, then equates measuring his life accomplishments to evaluating his poetry.

“I think I’ve done the best I could,” Meschery says. “If I look at life like a whole series of poetry … I can only pick out 15 or 20 poems out of the entire collection that I think are truly inspired poetry. I am just a poet. But I recognize I’ve written some really, really good poems. But I also recognize that a lot of my poetry is … meh. Not bad. Not awful. And that’s okay. I’m not unhappy about it. That’s a little bit the way life is.

“Can you look at your life and honestly say that most of your life has been inspired? Probably not. But you do pick out those moments when you did really good. And I think I’ve been able to do that. But at the same time, I’m not so egotistical to believe that every moment of my life has been a Kareem Abdul-Jabbar sky hook.”


Another power helped pull Meschery out of his malaise following his most cancers prognosis. It was a good friend from way back, one with whom he hadn’t saved in contact: basketball.

In 2006, Matthew, involved about his father’s well-being, purchased him NBA League Pass, a subscription that gives protection for each NBA sport. By then, basketball had grow to be an afterthought for Meschery. He had not been concerned within the NBA since 1976 when he completed a two-year stint as an assistant below Lenny Wilkens in Portland. And he hadn’t been concerned in basketball interval since 1985, when he went to West Africa to educate groups in Mali, Ivory Coast, Gabon and the Republic of the Congo.

When he tuned in, his curiosity within the NBA was rekindled. He was drawn to his former crew, the Warriors, and that 2006-07 crew — an uptempo, free-wheeling and stylistic squad coached by Don Nelson and led by Baron Davis, Monta Ellis, Stephen Jackson and Jason Richardson — stirred him. He was as soon as once more impressed by the sport he as soon as performed.

“I hadn’t kept up with the NBA, but once I started watching this new version of basketball, I went crazy. I just loved it,” Meschery says. “The ball was moving … they were flying through the air … and I was just astounded these guys could do this stuff.”

Then, in 2010, below the brand new possession of Joe Lacob, the Warriors reached out to Meschery. The group needed to reconnect with its previous. Meschery, the primary NBA All-Star not born in America, and the primary Warriors participant to have his quantity retired, was introduced again into the fold. He was invited to video games. Introduced to gamers. He rode in all 4 championship parades, together with 2022, when Warriors star Klay Thompson noticed from the crew bus Meschery using on the parade route on Market Street. Thompson acquired off the bus, and whereas holding the Larry O’Brien Trophy, beelined for Meschery, wrapping him in a bear hug.

“There was a time when we were worried about my dad losing a sense of himself,” Matthew says. “Basketball was a big part of his life experience and who he is, and the Warriors helped bring that back.”

Before this season, the Warriors requested Meschery to put in writing a poem to commemorate Golden State’s new City Edition uniforms, which paid homage to the San Francisco cable vehicles. Meschery recited Mason Street Line on the unveiling.

“When I think back on my cancer, love saved me and helped cure me,” Meschery says. “But I think the Warriors had a little something to do with it, too.”

Tom Meschery riding in Warriors victory parade


Tom Meschery has been in all 4 of the Warriors victory parades, together with this look in 2022. (Courtesy of Matthew Meschery)

There is nothing poetic about how the poet handles the moments when the inevitable ideas come, the ideas of dying, of the most cancers finally successful.

“I’d be lying if I told you I don’t think about it from time to time,” Meschery says. “I think anybody who reaches the age of 85 knows they don’t have much time left. But I don’t dwell on it.”

When these moments arrive, he finds he’s often in mattress. “Then I have a little mantra I say to myself: Tom, you are not going to die tomorrow. And Tom, you are not going to die in the next week. And probably not for the next six months. More likely, not for another year. So f— it, get on with your life.”

Then, he says, he goes again to sleep, intent on seeing his grandchildren, seeing his newest works printed, together with his memoir “The Mad Manchurian in August, and in October the publication of “The Case of the VW Hippie Bus,” the third installment in his Brovelli Brothers thriller novels.

In the meantime, he spends most of his nights watching the Warriors, or the Kings. Melanie, who turned 80 on Sunday is commonly close by, flipping pages of the most recent guide she is studying, pausing briefly to make a quip or be aware the handsomeness of an opposing participant.

“I call her my basketball buddy,” Meschery says. “And she says, ‘That’s exactly what every woman wants to hear.’”

The level is now not how lengthy he’ll stay, he says, however somewhat doing what’s satisfying and productive. That he has discovered love with Melanie, and in flip discovered his muse and goal, offers him a bittersweet vantage on his sundown.

“I think it makes you fear death more,” he says. “I’m really going to miss living. The idea of not seeing my grandchildren, the idea of not being able to write a poem, to enjoy a meal … that can be quite terrifying. But you can’t live your life worrying about death.”

And so he continues to understand dwelling. And laughing. And loving. And ever the poet, he continues writing.

It was three years in the past when Meschery wrote the poem 2,841 Personal Fouls. It has little to do along with his basketball profession, and extra to do along with his love story. In the poem, he laments that the “thought of dying still pisses me off” and he equates his anger to the unfairness he felt with lots of the 2,841 fouls for which he was whistled. But he counters with the outlook Melanie has so ingrained in him.

This morning, didn’t I get up to daylight
and a heat breeze? Didn’t my spouse
poke her head into the workplace
to inform me she liked me? I taste
my espresso with honey that’s candy as life.
I ought to stay a bit longer.

(Top picture: Max Whittaker for The Athletic)

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