'Twas the Night Before Playoffs
by CapHill on Apr 16, 2010 10:31 PM CDT
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Print‘Twas the night before Playoffs, and all through The League,
Not a player could sleep, except for Tim D.
The arena was glowing, a thrill filled the air,
In the hopes that the Finals would soon be played there.
Popovich was nestled all snug in his bed,
while nightmares of sangria ran through his head.
And Chip, his brain full of shooting tricks and tips,
Was dreaming of free throws winning the championship.
When inside the Center there arose such a clatter,
The Coyote sprang from his bed to see what was the matter.
He ran to the locker room, saw a light under the door,
Heard voices whispering and shoes scuffing the floor.
Although the exit sign emitted a steady red glow,
The mascot could barely see through the door's tiny window.
When, with huge disbelieving eyes, what should he see,
But David Stern, Esquire, and three wizened referees.
The Commish had dispensed with his usual charm and slick,
And The Coyote wondered why he felt so queasy and sick.
Faster than vultures, Mr. Stern's companions they came,
As he whispered and coaxed them and called them by name.
"Now Joey, now Bennett, and you too, Bavetta,
Now's the time, gentlemen, to satisfy your vendettas.
The Spurs are immune to your threats and ejections.
But can they recover from expert rejection?"
The intruders scattered small slips of paper like leaves,
Media critiques ending in "Ya right" and "Oh, please."
Round and round the room they continued to litter,
Unable to contain snarls, men oh-so-bitter.
And then in an instant they melted through the walls,
Having heard several voices approach from the hall.
As the Coyote's head was still spinning around,
Tim, Tony and Manu entered the room with a bound.
Dressed in all white, from their heads to their knees,
The Big 3 looked down and saw the spread-out debris.
All of a sudden, Manu fell down on his back,
Laughing so hard, he hit the floor with a thwack.
As Timmeh looked about, his eyes all a twinkling,
Tony just sat there, then had a sudden inkling.
A smile broke out, tilted to just the one side,
He shook his head, saying "Can't believe what they tried."
Timmeh quickly decided, right then and right there,
To make sure the rest of the Spurs knew who had been where.
He smiled brightly and turned to Tony and Manu,
"You know what this means and what we now have to do."
The Man with No Swagger stared intent at Tim's face,
"We have to tear through the Playoffs and bring them disgrace."
The three of them huddled, spoke in really low voices,
Planning and scheming, ignoring all other noises.
Pop walked into the room and took one look around,
Observed his star players and knew what they had found.
"I guess I won't need to play mind games this year;
It's the rest of the League that should tremble in fear."
As all the other Spurs wandered in and sat down,
Pop addressed the whole team, without his usual frown.
"For those who don't know, Playoffs are all about will,
And if that's not enough, we have George Jesse Hill."
Apologies to Clement Clarke Moore, whose genius I cannot begin to approximate. Also, many thanks to Lauri and jrw for the extremely helpful edits and comments, even if I didn't incorporate them all.
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Thanks CapHill…& thanks PTR for being such a rich fansite …love it!
by spursfan_needs_counseling on Apr 16, 2010 10:55 PM CDT reply actions
I’ll rec it.
"We'll see how our character is," guard Tony Parker said. "We don't have time to be sad. Nobody cares. It's just us. We're the only ones who can help each other."
by Josh Guyer (completely deck) on Apr 16, 2010 11:01 PM CDT reply actions
Well, I simply cannot compete with the quality of posts being written today. I will have to delay My Dog Is Rather Long until things go back to mediocrity.
Caps off to you!. (HAHAHAHAHAHA, Get it?)
I did a lot of soul searching. I didn't find anything.
So what you’re saying is I should pretty much give up?
I did a lot of soul searching. I didn't find anything.
Magnifique, C-Hill. Can’t wait for this chit to start.
Just cause we're crippled, don't mean we gotta take the crumbs.
by silverandblack_davis on Apr 17, 2010 12:51 AM CDT reply actions
this is the worst thing i’ve ever read on ptr.
free malik hairston!
perth wildcats - 2009/2010 nbl champions baby!
by sleep research facility on Apr 17, 2010 8:22 AM CDT reply actions
Cap, you deserve all the kudos that we silly mortals can bestow.
Will somebody get this on SBN’s frontpage already? It’s certainly better than a pic of Sasha V’s ankle.
5 in 10
o;—-)
Yeah dude, what the hell. Even SBNation treats the Spurs like those other media outfits.
Just cause we're crippled, don't mean we gotta take the crumbs.
by silverandblack_davis on Apr 20, 2010 2:08 AM CDT up reply actions
This piece doth belie the season’s genesis,
Princess Peanut’s IQ and MaceWindu our 3pt nemesis,
For aught i know, The Sickness hath pervaded,
And Pretty Ponies in SpursLand, tremble at their death knell.
by LionZion on Apr 18, 2010 11:46 AM CDT reply actions 3 recs
Bravo.
Just cause we're crippled, don't mean we gotta take the crumbs.
by silverandblack_davis on Apr 20, 2010 2:09 AM CDT up reply actions
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