To Batum, or not to Batum, that is the question,
Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The insufferable diminishment of our salary cap
For a player of such modest abilities, or
By letting the offer lapse, to restore our flexibility?
To let Nic walk, no more a Blazer, and by such walk
To say we end the heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That a Blazer fan is heir to. Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To let him walk, to run –
Perchance to dunk: ay, there’s the rub,
For in that dunking what dreams may come
When Nic has shuffled off our Blazing coil
Must give us pause. There’s the potential upside
That makes a calamity of so long a career.
For who would care for the loss of such upside,
The pangs of title hopes dashed
When he himself might his quietus make
With one killer off-season acquisition,
But that the dread of Batum flowering into an All-Star,
And from thence to an NBA crown,
That undiscovered country, from whose bourn
No Blazer has returned for 30 plus years,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others we know not of?