Not a Delly was diving, but he still broke his jaw.
Upcaws were hung to the left with care
In hopes that the 3 seed soon would be theirs.
The fans were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Trillsap danced in their heads.
And Bud in his suit, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long playoff nap.
When out on the court there arose such a clatter,
Scott postered Beal again and on the board was brain matter.
Out of my seat I flew like a flash
I put my hands on my mouth and said, "BOY YOU GOT SMASHED".
Threezus shone his light on the new-risen Skwah,
Paralyzed in fear, the wizards could only withdraw.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a shining bright light, BazeGod must be here!
With a hip and a hop, so lively and tall,
I knew in a moment, it was Baze ready to ball.
More rapid than eagles he started the half.
In the 3rd and 4th, no points and I laughed.
"Now BazeGod! Now, Threezus! Now Thabo and Teague!
On, Dennis! On, Timmy! We have 3's to set free!
To the corner with Baze! To the paint with Jeff Teague!"
"LET'S GET IT TONITE!!! 💯💯", said DS 17.
As the 3's started dropping and up the Skwah fly.
Not a thing could stop us, not even a Delly dive.
So up to the roof of the factory they flew,
With a "CAW" and a "SKWAH", and "fuck Delly" too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,
Through a mystical cloud, appeared Dominique in a POOF.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Dominique proclaimed, "HEAT CHECK", and to the basket he was bound.
He was dressed in all retro, from his feet to his head.
And his uni was perfect, through the air did he tread.
A bundle of players he had flung on his back,
For the legend was back, and for a team he backpacked.
His eyes-how they twinkled! But on his face was a frown,
For he was so focused, a team he must not let down.
His arm went back, the ball behind him it flew.
He had so many to dunk on, but could not decide who.
The ball so tightly he held in his grip.
He could now taste the sweat from his upper lip.
It was now on whom he decided to throw,
But the city of Atlanta, they did not yet know.
Dominique and his team, closer to the rim they flew.
On the court appeared LeBron, J.R., and Delly too!
For how they appeared there, I can't describe in a stanza.
Up flew enough balls for the city of Atlanta.
Each member of the Skwah flew off of Nique's back,
Every player grabbed a ball, ready for their attack.
Down slammed Baze, down slammed Thabo, down slammed Schroder and crew,
Down slammed Trillsap, down slammed Scott, and down slammed Threezus too.
With one last big slam, Nique threw for his town,
The entire Cavalier's roster at once all went down.
LeBron, Kyrie, Kevin Love, and J.R.
Died upon impact and became one with the stars.
The earth shook for at least a solid five minutes,
While fans only tried to comprehend what they'd witnessed.
The dust had settled, and 'Nique shed a tear,
For the Skwah's road to the Finals was clear.
Submitted April 12, 2016 at 03:37PM by TCorlz