Ode to the Atlanta Hawks

They must feel sad, those Atlanta Hawks,

As they take off their shorts and their sweaty socks.

Until this morning you floated in Heaven,

Having pushed the Celts to a hard Game Seven.

But alas, today you ran out of gas,

Forgot how to shoot, to steal, and to pass.

But that's okay, you still shocked the world,

Took their predictions and gave it a twirl.

After Game Two, you looked to be dead,

The Big Three'd smacked you right in the head.

You came back, won Games Three and Four,

Kicked them Clovers right out the door.

Game Five, that was ugly, no doubt about that,

But you won Game Six, looked happy and fat.

Then came today, which I'd soon just forget,

That stupid ball wouldn't go through the net.

But don't get down, don't do it I say!

No one thought you'd be here today.

They all said you'd lose in four games or five,

You didn't, you played, you stayed quite alive.

So be proud, boys, keep those heads up.

Go home and rest and drink and sup.

Cuz next year's a-comin' and it's comin' soon,

You'll still be playing when the clock hits June.

I've been a fan since my very first Day,

So thanks, that's all I wanted to say.

Well, they almost shocked the world. It would've been the biggest upset in NBA history (the Celtics won 29 more games than the Hawks this year). Next year, baby!!!!!!!

And yes, I DID turn in my manuscript to my editor on Friday. Another deadline met on time. Yabba dabba.

Hope everyone had a great weekend!

Lyrics of the Day:

Another one bites the dust.

- Queen