Once the star of the local high school basketball team, Flick, in John Updike's poem "Ex-Basketball Player" fulfills the metaphoric meaning of his name and is stellar only for a brief "flick" of light in time. While he was a high school student, Flick was an important figure in the community. But, now, because he "never learned a trade, he just sells gas." His hands, that were once like "wild birds" still can move quickly, but there is no longer any importance attached to this movement: "It makes no difference to the lug wrench, though" that Flick now moves to change tires.
His name, which probably meant flicking a basketball so quickly into the goal--he had "three hundred ninety points"--is without meaning, as is his life spent in trivial tasks helping Berth at the garage or hanging out at Mae's luncheonette when he is not "playing" at a mockery of his game by dribbling an inner tube. Flicks life, in short, has become a mockery of what it once was, for he cannot go beyond his glory days in high school since he hangs out at the luncheonette like a high schooler would and plays basketball with the inner tubes.