IN THE YEAR 2525...
Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2016 2:44 am
if Wizards are still alive
If a Grunfeld can survive, they may find
In the year 3535
Ain't gonna need to look at analytics, tell only platitudes
Everything they think, do and say
Is in the dollar bills you gave them today
In the year 4545
They ain't gonna need draft picks, won't need good players
They won't find effecient offensive rating
Nobody's gonna think they're good
In the year 5555
Your remotes hangin' limp at your sides
Your lower bowl seats got nothin' to do
Some Lakers fans doin' that for you
In the year 6565
They won't need no general manager, won't need no team president
They pick your lottery balls, pick your bloated contracts too
From the bottom of a long line of Grunfelds
In the year 7510
If an heir of Leonsis a coming, He oughta make it by then
Maybe He'll look around Himself and say
Guess it's time to make another post on FaceTweet about progress
In the year 8510
Leonsis is gonna shake His mighty head
He'll either say I'm pleased how a team can be so perfectly average
Or tear it down, and start again
In the year 9595
I'm kinda wonderin' if the Wizards are gonna be alive
They've taken everything these old fans can give
And they ain't put back nothing
Now it's been ten thousand years
Fans has cried a billion tears
For what, they never knew, now their fandom is through
But through eternal night, the twinkling of starlight
So very far away, maybe it's only yesterday
If a Grunfeld can survive, they may find
In the year 3535
Ain't gonna need to look at analytics, tell only platitudes
Everything they think, do and say
Is in the dollar bills you gave them today
In the year 4545
They ain't gonna need draft picks, won't need good players
They won't find effecient offensive rating
Nobody's gonna think they're good
In the year 5555
Your remotes hangin' limp at your sides
Your lower bowl seats got nothin' to do
Some Lakers fans doin' that for you
In the year 6565
They won't need no general manager, won't need no team president
They pick your lottery balls, pick your bloated contracts too
From the bottom of a long line of Grunfelds
In the year 7510
If an heir of Leonsis a coming, He oughta make it by then
Maybe He'll look around Himself and say
Guess it's time to make another post on FaceTweet about progress
In the year 8510
Leonsis is gonna shake His mighty head
He'll either say I'm pleased how a team can be so perfectly average
Or tear it down, and start again
In the year 9595
I'm kinda wonderin' if the Wizards are gonna be alive
They've taken everything these old fans can give
And they ain't put back nothing
Now it's been ten thousand years
Fans has cried a billion tears
For what, they never knew, now their fandom is through
But through eternal night, the twinkling of starlight
So very far away, maybe it's only yesterday
