Round One - Game Six
CHI 120 MIL 66
Finally my favorite team
Has started off extremely well,
But shall we win--lone time will tell.
Fifty-six to twenty-eight
Milwaukee seething in their hate,
And acting out, as children do--
Giannis got a flagrant two.
Sixty-five to thirty-three
Crowd is quiet--draped in green.
Bully took a sudden hit,
And bully cried a little bit.
Eighty-four to thirty-eight
The crowd begins to dissipate,
And all that’s left among the stands
A couple hundred Chi-town fans.
Eighty-eight to forty-four
The ball a comet--space the floor.
Little floater down the lane
Falls in soft and sweet, like rain.
Ninety-one to fifty-two
Almost too good to be true--
Thibs, take out the starters please,
Let Jo and Derrick rest their knees.
One-sixteen to sixty-one
This one here is all but done.
And finally it’s understood
We are too big, too strong, too fast, too good.