IN OUR ANNUAL TRADITION, GATHER 'ROUND THE YULE LOG AS WE TELL YOU A HOLIDAY BED-TIME TALE
Nate Robinson, a last-minute starter for Park City, hoists the Oaken Skis of Yore trophy in front of the Sundancer Crowd
T'was the Week Before Christmas
'Twas the week before Christmas, so lend me an ear
For the holiday recap, full of gladness and cheer.
"You did this last season! It wasn't that great!"
I hear what you're saying, but give me a break.
Los Iguanas de 'Caibo thanks to Millsap once more,
Defeated the U-Dogs, 6-2-1 was the score;
The Igs—with LeBron, Billups and Allen too—
Are trouncing the league, even poor little Tru.
While Nephi, now nestled all snug in first place,
Defeated the Tigers, giving vict'ry a taste.
The Strats seem to like it, they haven't lost yet,
And Bayside it seems, are as bad as it gets.
No wait! That's not true! The SnowBees still stink!
They've tried every lineup (your new point guard: the sink).
And just when we think that the Butchers are done,
Make that two vict'ries straight by the score 8 to 1.
Whilst up north in Gotham, the Gators, we see,
Behind Kobe's shooting, beat the Kings 6 to 3.
"Thank goodness for New York, we got our third win!
Too bad we don't play them this season again!"
And then, in a twinkling, was heard in Thailand,
The crying and moaning of all Jai-Rai fans.
"That's five 4-5 losses, we've had just enough!
Why is winning a match-up frustratingly tough?
"First Richmond, then Nephi, then Salt Lake was next,
Park City, now Rigby—is this some sort of hex?
I know we had hoped to avoid such a score,
But oh how we miss you, final outcome '5-4'!"
But none of those match-ups hold a candle, you see,
To the Park City/Zermatt campaign for the Skis.
The 'Dancers advantage was set at two games,
But the A-Boms were sure that they'd win just the same.
Back and forth went their shoot-out, up today, down the next,
While the great war spilled over to messages of text.
"A-Boms suck!" "Dancers drool!" went the heated debate,
"Those old skis are mine!"—such venom, such hate!
Then late Sunday night when the smoke had all cleared
A hero emerged, but not D-Wade—how weird!
No, not Chris Paul, not Lewis, not even Amare,
But tiny Nate Robinson, wait a minute, I'm sorry?
Did you say Nate Robinson? You've got to be kidding!
He was the difference? Thanks to what? Three-point hitting?
Well, that and his rebounds, his points and his dimes,
All contributed greatly to Zermatt's demise.
Little Nate, who's surprisingly elfish in features,
Would not seem to be a "Defending Champ Beater"
But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove to the hoop,
"Eat it Zermatt, to all! And to all a Whoop! Whoop!"
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WEEK 7 EBP WINNER
LeBron James, Maracaibo
Nate Robinson, a last-minute starter for Park City, hoists the Oaken Skis of Yore trophy in front of the Sundancer Crowd
T'was the Week Before Christmas
'Twas the week before Christmas, so lend me an ear
For the holiday recap, full of gladness and cheer.
"You did this last season! It wasn't that great!"
I hear what you're saying, but give me a break.
Los Iguanas de 'Caibo thanks to Millsap once more,
Defeated the U-Dogs, 6-2-1 was the score;
The Igs—with LeBron, Billups and Allen too—
Are trouncing the league, even poor little Tru.
While Nephi, now nestled all snug in first place,
Defeated the Tigers, giving vict'ry a taste.
The Strats seem to like it, they haven't lost yet,
And Bayside it seems, are as bad as it gets.
No wait! That's not true! The SnowBees still stink!
They've tried every lineup (your new point guard: the sink).
And just when we think that the Butchers are done,
Make that two vict'ries straight by the score 8 to 1.
Whilst up north in Gotham, the Gators, we see,
Behind Kobe's shooting, beat the Kings 6 to 3.
"Thank goodness for New York, we got our third win!
Too bad we don't play them this season again!"
And then, in a twinkling, was heard in Thailand,
The crying and moaning of all Jai-Rai fans.
"That's five 4-5 losses, we've had just enough!
Why is winning a match-up frustratingly tough?
"First Richmond, then Nephi, then Salt Lake was next,
Park City, now Rigby—is this some sort of hex?
I know we had hoped to avoid such a score,
But oh how we miss you, final outcome '5-4'!"
But none of those match-ups hold a candle, you see,
To the Park City/Zermatt campaign for the Skis.
The 'Dancers advantage was set at two games,
But the A-Boms were sure that they'd win just the same.
Back and forth went their shoot-out, up today, down the next,
While the great war spilled over to messages of text.
"A-Boms suck!" "Dancers drool!" went the heated debate,
"Those old skis are mine!"—such venom, such hate!
Then late Sunday night when the smoke had all cleared
A hero emerged, but not D-Wade—how weird!
No, not Chris Paul, not Lewis, not even Amare,
But tiny Nate Robinson, wait a minute, I'm sorry?
Did you say Nate Robinson? You've got to be kidding!
He was the difference? Thanks to what? Three-point hitting?
Well, that and his rebounds, his points and his dimes,
All contributed greatly to Zermatt's demise.
Little Nate, who's surprisingly elfish in features,
Would not seem to be a "Defending Champ Beater"
But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove to the hoop,
"Eat it Zermatt, to all! And to all a Whoop! Whoop!"
__________________________________________________________________
WEEK 7 EBP WINNER
LeBron James, Maracaibo
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