'Twas the night before Knixmas, when through MSG,

Not a creature was stirring, not Hou, Oak or Spree;

The sweat socks were hung by the washer with pride,

In hopes that AR would show up with the Tide;

The rookies were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of City Dancers grooved in their heads;

And Walsh in his 'kerchief, MDA in his 'stache,

Had just settled down for some nog with Steve Nash,

When out on the court there arose such a clatter,

Felton sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the bucket STAT flew like a flash,

Tore open the rims and threw down the smash.

He sprang from the arc, to Wil gave a whistle,

Gallo joined in and drained another 3-point missile.

And I heard them exclaim, as they practiced 'til light,

"Happy Knixmas to all, and to all a good-night."

Gymkata wrote:

'Twas the night before Knixmas, when through MSG,

Not a creature was stirring, not Hou, Oak or Spree;

The sweat socks were hung by the washer with pride,

In hopes that AR would show up with the Tide;

The rookies were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of City Dancers grooved in their heads;

And Walsh in his 'kerchief, MDA in his 'stache,

Had just settled down for some nog with Steve Nash,

When out on the court there arose such a clatter,

Felton sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the bucket STAT flew like a flash,

Tore open the rims and threw down the smash.

He sprang from the arc, to Wil gave a whistle,

Gallo joined in and drained another 3-point missile.

And I heard them exclaim, as they practiced 'til light,

"Happy Knixmas to all, and to all a good-night."

i hope you just made that up yourself because it was damn good.

merry knixmas.

martin wrote:

Marv wrote:and may amar'e officially change his name to amear and end the decades of strife in our torn-apart land.

haha

whoops i mean hohohohohoho

Gymkata wrote:

'Twas the night before Knixmas, when through MSG,

Not a creature was stirring, not Hou, Oak or Spree;

The sweat socks were hung by the washer with pride,

In hopes that AR would show up with the Tide;

The rookies were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of City Dancers grooved in their heads;

And Walsh in his 'kerchief, MDA in his 'stache,

Had just settled down for some nog with Steve Nash,

When out on the court there arose such a clatter,

Felton sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the bucket STAT flew like a flash,

Tore open the rims and threw down the smash.

He sprang from the arc, to Wil gave a whistle,

Gallo joined in and drained another 3-point missile.

And I heard them exclaim, as they practiced 'til light,

"Happy Knixmas to all, and to all a good-night."

That photoshoop is AWESOME dude.

BTW, terrific poem post. Who's the dude in the lower right in the Saturday Evening Post image? Kind of looks like Fields.