'Twas the night before Finals, throughout AAA
Not a bleacher was stirring because, "Hey, it won't be
the mid second quarter for about 21 hours, let's go get wasted."
The Silver and Black, all snug in their beds,
Visions of Larrys danced in their heads;
And Chip in a kerchief, and Pop in a cap,
(That line sounded like old gangsta rap)
Though it was tough, quite more than expected,
The Spurs prevailed; and GS was dejected.
Next up the Grizzlies, named after bears
and chosen by pundits (like anyone cares).
The hopes of the Simmons (and Magic, and Ja-
len Rose) were toasted then casually sweep away.
All that remained were the Miami Heat;
Just one more favored opponent to beat.
Our guys came too far, have waited for years
to finish this journey with sorrow and tears
There shall be singing! There shall be dance!
(And possibly many a drunk without pants).
We've got a plus in a $10 suit
he's mean to reporters but he don't give a hoot
G-Pop's got to focus - it's his job, don't you see?
To sometimes ask for a little nasty.
The Big Three are balling and ready to win
and waiting for Finals to freakin' begin;
The Miami Heat are in for a fight
Cause the Spurs won't go gentle into that good night.