You unheralded nightly Warrior
(Well, Bogut, Iggy, Thompson)
Nightly grinder, full of grit
No highlights for you, in fast live tweets
Only on posters, will you be put
For challenging a Blake or James
And yet, without your close-outs
Your swift rotations, and crouch so low
The ABA would have returned
119 to 105 would be no surprise
So with this forum, we honor you
Your craft is for the playoffs
How championships are won
Though never understood, or focused on
Thibs is proud (well, can he be?)
No smile may cross those lips
For an uncontested three
Or too many throws, free
A block in bounds, let’s say, a "Russell"
Will never make it through to that muscle
Of Howard’s arms, they’ll swat with fury
But Duncan taps, and then will hurry
Secure the possession, and the break
And Leonard too, we all would take
If on-ball defense were a stat
If only life could be just that—
Unrecognized, we still want more
The biggest steals, we know as lore
But is it worth, to gamble so?
For Paul, yes, Rubio, no
So get low, wing man on D
Hike up your shorts, slap the floor
And if it’s up to me
So long as you’re not Craft, we’ll love you more
Follow Jon "Keats" Getz on twitter @jongetz09, where he promises to only make clever literary puns, if at all. And he’ll only reference the Celtics’ Marcus’ defense as "wicked Smaht" once a season.
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