It 'twas the night before free agency, and all through Spurs Land
Fans were watching SpursTalk, on their favorite broad band.
They anxiously waited for any old news
Of their favorite Free Agent while drinking some brews.
Pop and RJ kept checking their phones,
Just to make sure that they still had dial tones
To make that first call one minute after midnight
In hopes that they would bag their own Mr. Right.
There were rumors that Sheed was at the Alamo
that were started, alas, by some hard up old schmoe
Who was friends of the brother of the boss of the guy
Who made up, then played up this de able lie.
So we waited, elated with the least little news
Went to the store to refill our cold brews
Only to rush back to see the same old thread
That the Amare to Golden State trade is now dead.
Come on, Dice! Come now, Sheed! Come Anderson or Gortat!
Come Varejao, come Gooden or Wilcox, but not Hakim Warrick.
Block that shot, grab that board, on the Spurs you will thrive
As we piss off the league when when win number Five!
So now that I've killed a good twenty minutes
I'll refresh SpursTalk to see what's new in it
Will a comment from Sheed make me jump for sheer joy
'Cause I swear to you Santa, I've been a good little boy!!!
