There once was a great team called the Blazers

Whose edge dulled from razors to grazers.

In the cellar they dwelled

And the fans, they rebelled.

Hideous misfits needing shedding and lasers.

To bring to a terminus the era of scofflaw

There came from the south an innocent young Outlaw.

Though his skill was but nil

He could leap o’er a hill.

And ‘Sheed, Bonzi and friends bade their final hoorah.

But the B’s were still losers and the league, well, it laughed,

‘Till the Bulls and the Wolves got the shaft.

For a Foye he nabbed Roy,

For a Thomas, LaMarcus,

The day that ol’ Pritch stole the draft.

One more sleight of hand the GM must crack,

And Isiah was all too tempting a target to thwack.

With Frye thrown in

It seemed as like sin

To unload on the Knicks the lumbering Zach.

Then Trout and LA figured out how to score.

And Web – well, the 3s through the rim did he pour.

While Pryz centered the realm

And Blake manned the helm

ROY Brandon turned Star and created his lore.

All t’was needed was for one little ball

To catch a breeze that would cause it to fall.

With numbers for gauges

In a draft for the ages

The B’s made the league’s biggest haul.

All hail new Court King, Greg Oden!

His fortune and fame are pure golden.

But he played just one day

On bones made of clay,

Then rehabbed all year and looked olden.

With that bit of gloom Blazermania saw doom

And they measured the team for its tomb.

From champions’ alure

To mediocre for sure

Would the good times never resume?

But Nate said, “Hold on, our Five has a fate

That’s not less than good, it’s really quite great.

Young Roy and LA

Are the core for today,

And tomorrow and winning are only a wait.”

So the team cast its gaze on Europa,

To places unseen since RopaDopa:

Mallorca, Helsinki, Paree.

Arrives the magician Rudee.

And now for the faithful there’s hopa!

A talented young man is the Bayless,

Another theft by KP on Draftdaylis.

With quickness foreseen

He sinks shots as routine,

If only he cracks the start gatelis.

Announcing!  A healthy Court King return!

As the world will inevitably learn

He’ll dunk and he’ll block

Every team on the rock.

At last, Portland’s a thriving concern.

Now, with playoffs in view and titles in sight,

The trail wide open for our boys to give fight,

With the pieces in place,

The men primed for the chase,

A new Blazer legend awaits green for a light.

But the west show must slow for post-season to glow.

Will Suns sink in the desert? Nuggets rust in the snow?

Will the trio from Texas be bucked from their horses

While Hornets and Warriors veer off their courses?

Can Grizzlies and Wolves remain unprotected?

Can Kobe and Co grow disconnected?

Will Clips ground their ships, will Kings drain their moats,

And the Jazz end their song with sours for notes?   

Yes, if good health remains while talent sustains

And the luck of the draw yields ever more gains;

When it falls into place and our men earn their dough  

Blazermania dreams become All Systems Go.