they come to taunt and hoot and spurn
my winter meetings tally
assuming i have cash to burn
but have not made a sally.
i’ve asked the board for means to change
this ambiance of thrift
i’m simply told to rearrange
and redeploy the shift.
that TV contract weighs me down
what idiot did sign it?
the woodshed for that surly clown!
now sturm and drang define it.
i’ll try again increase the flow
with Liberty the catch is
there’s likely more but i don’t know
i muddle through with patches.
activity has been so slow
i call some to provoke
they tell me where i needs must go
convivial? a joke.
we chatter over errant plays
those silly drops and bobbles
i’ll claim that lasik now allays
my stud who blinks and wobbles.
i cover for my fading stars
through various distresses
i help them trade their fancy cars
their gals with golden tresses.
Samardzija, i really tried
i offered George and Jordan
said Theo, man, i almost cried
I’d rather have that Gordon.
we bid for Price, not many know
exactly what we tendered
the rookies i suggest should go
not long will be remembered.
could we Cano? O yes we could
i’d have to ask him nicely
i’ll throw in Dan and maybe Wood
Seattle says, precisely.
and Andrelton, our golden boy
so many call and pester
don’t offer me your hoi polloi
he’s in his first semester.
collisions now i’m told must cease
does our opinion matter?
El Oso- now with Credit Suisse-
obliterates their batter.
and yet, the hope, it’s always there
the steal, the trade that dazzles
their phenom for our aging pair,
all ligatures and frazzles.
With apologies to Tennyson