Recently I have dropped a few poem-comments on the LB posts. People seemed to have fun with them. So in the season's spirit, I decided to write an ode to everyone's new favorite holiday Trade Day (a.k.a the December 15 contract trade restriction expiration).
Twas the night before Trade Day, when all through the city
Trade machines a-whirring, our team made more s***ty.
The bait was dangled near contenders with care,
In hopes on the morrow, some picks we will snare.
The 15th of December, what a glorious day,
Perhaps we’ll finally trade The Greatest American away.
Known for turn-around leg kicks and pistol-ing his finger
The image of his mullet will forever linger.
Evan Turner, the two pick, polarizing with fans,
Will hopefully blossom wherever he lands.
All-star on a bad team, we will not regret,
Without him a title run we might soon beget.
Thaddeus is the one for our tears might be shed,
His years as a fixture in the blue white and red.
Deserving of success, achieving that here he can’t,
Maybe he’ll win with Westbrook and Durant?
The fanboys all caffeinated, stayed up through the night,
Eyes glazed over from staring at their bright laptops’ light.
Visions of T-Jones and PJIII have them salivating,
Soon enough we shall drop to the league’s worst rating.
Drafting Wiggins or Parker! Maybe Randle or Smart!
Gordon, Embiid or Exum would each be a good start.
With any of them, think of what we could do,
Paired with a healthy Nerlens and M-C-W.
Your Philadelphia 76ers, watching them is once again fun,
No GM wants to stare down the barrel of Sam Hinkie’s gun
Enjoy this team one last time, against Portland they’ll fight,
Happy Trade Day to all, and to all a good night.