Twas the night before the Cavs season,
When all through Lebron’s 35,000 square foot house,
Not a creature was stirring not even a mouse.

The Air Max Lebron VII’s were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that the Larry O’Brien trophy would soon be there.

The Cavs were were nestled all safe in their beds,
While visions of triple doubles danced in their heads.
The Indians suck, so with Lebron in his Yankees cap,
Settled his brain ‘casuse Shaq Daddy’s got his back.

When out on the lawn arose such a clatter,
It was just Shaq making another backboard shatter.

Away to “The Q” Zydrunas flew like a flash,
Ready to deck Rasheed for the cheap bush-league  forehead gash.

Now Z, now JJ, now Parker and Varejeo,
On coach Brown, on Mo and on on Bron Bron!
To the top of the NBA we must go,
All the way letting the world know.

The team is retooled,
You mustn’t let yourself be fooled.
The whole city of Cleveland has a championship itch,
The season starts tomorrow… and were gonna run this bitch!

GO CAVS!

Lee Pozek / ProFootballinsight

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