Ode To A Grindfather
You showed us how to grit and grind;
You flex with style and grace.
You sprained your wrist and cannot play,
Now on the sidelines you pace.
We are trying to be patient fans,
And give you time to heal.
But our tweets of woe! woe! woe! increase with every game:
“TA would have gotten the steal!”
It makes us feel some type of way,
A way that’s very bleak.
It feels like there’s no blues on Beale,
And it’s merely just a street.
We know the grit and grind will never stop
As long as you are here,
But we want to see you back on the court
As the playoffs are drawing near.
For what is a Grindhouse without a Grindfather?
It’s nothing but a gym!
We need your defense! We need your heart!
Our time is very slim!
But until Sir Trotter announces number nine’s return,
A deep ocean of pain #GrizzNation will feel!
Because you already know that in this blue collar town -
Real recognizes real.