It was the week before camp, and all through the League,
Not a player was stirring, except for Jeff Teague
(and James Harden, he likes stirring).
Silver and Tatum arose from their offseason nap,
For the last year before the new massive cap.
In Atlanta, they hoped Mike would get off Scott free,
If not, thinness at 4, a problem would be.
In Boston, they pondered how many 2s,
They could gather together, with no point to choose.
The Nets’ next chapter was soon to begin,
With or without the aging Johnson.
And fans everywhere tired to make sense,
Of the many strange moves made by the Hornets.
In the Windy City, they prayed that peace could be made,
Between Jimmy and Derrick so LeBron could be slayed.
But the King in Cleveland had plans of his own
And hoped that his kids, this year would be grown.
In Dallas, Dirk’s legacy was on its last legs
And punked by DeAndre, left in the dregs.
In Denver, the management seemed to be dumb,
But pot was legal, so the fans could stay numb.
The Motor City had built a team made for Stan,
The playoffs again, a legitimate plan.
While out by the Bay, the goal was much higher,
For a second straight ‘chip, the Warriors aspired.
Prepared for the launch, with Lawson on board,
Space City no longer could just be ignored.
The Pacers were back with their star Paul George,
And a brand new approach to offense to forge.
In LA, a two-city tale would unfold,
With the Clippers’ best hope of a banner yet told.
The Lakers had 16, though, in a neat twist,
The Purple and Gold were suddenly dissed.
In Memphis, the Grizzlies would try yet again,
With the Bash Brothers intact, a title to win.
Meanwhile in South Beach, the Heat were revamped,
In hopes of resurgence, their fans were all amped.
The Bucks just had a great defense last year,
With Parker and Monroe, now the offense caused fear.
The Timberpups were young, but oh so fun,
A League Pass must, with so many guns.
With Gentry as coach, and the Brow set to go,
The Big Easy was ready to see the new offense flow.
The Big Apple, by contrast, gave fans little hope,
One look at the roster had them all saying, “Nope.”
Durantuala, healthy, returned to the Thunder,
OKC was ready to pillage and plunder.
The Magic, rebuilt, since the loss of D12,
Were young and equipped, the playoffs to delve.
Sam Hinkie stared at his big board, ready
His seven-year plan holding true and steady.
The Suns were still looking to trade Markeiff
Before he caused them any more grief.
In Rip City, Dame walked alone in the gym,
Wondering what had just happened to him.
But the Kings had writers truly contemplating,
“What on earth was GM, Vlade, thinking?”
With LaMarcus on board, the torch to transfer,
San Antonio was ready, the next age to spur.
The Raptors were hoping that with Carroll now inked,
The defense wouldn’t cause their ship to sink.
And the Jazz hoped that Burke could serve at the 1,
Enough for the defense to get the job done.
In DC, they hoped Porter stretching the court,
Would prevent the Wizards from coming up short.
I woke from my noontime, reclining chair slumber,
My hopes of a season of bliss unencumbered.
As Silver was there, on NBA TV,
Proclaiming a wish, to you and to me.
On Hoiball and Splash Bros! On Wade, Bosh and Whitehead!
On Stifle and John Wall and may Kobe’s health hold stead!
Whoever you cheer for, may their season be great,
We’re almost to the opening date!