"Night beforetip-off" by:@johnferrara
Twas the night before tip-off and all through the arena,
Not a creature was stirring not even Gilbert Arenas.
The championship banner was hung by the rafters with care,
In hopes that LeBron soon would be there.
David Stern was nestled all snug in his bed,
While visions of dollar-signs danced in his head.
Amnesty waivers and salary caps,
He had just settled down for a post-lockout nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
He sprang from his bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window he flew like a flash,
Gently opened the window to keep in his cash.
When what to his wondering eyes should arise,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny guys.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
He knew in a in a moment it must be coach Rick.
More rapid than eagles his players they came,
And whistled and shouted and called them by name!
“Now Carter! Now Kidd! Now Haywood and Terry!
On Odom! On Dirk! On Rodi and Marion!
From the top of the key! To the orange dimpled ball!
Now Crash the boards! Crash the boards! Crash the boards all!”
And then in a twinkling, he heard on the roof,
The jumping and squeaking of each giant shoe.
As he drew in his head and was turning around,
Down the chimney coach Rick came with a bound.
His eyes how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!
His facial features resembled Jim Carrey!
He had broad shoulders and a receding hairline,
And whenever he coached it receded each time.
He spoke not a word but went straight to work,
Replacing Menorahs with MVP ballots for Dirk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like a Maverick missile.
But he heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy tip-off to all, and to all a baaaaaaaaaaaall niiiiight!!!”
by-@johnferrara
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