T'was the night before The Finals

T'was the night before The Finals in San Antone where we roam,

The Spurs welcome New York to ball at their home,

The Alamo stood with its limestone glow,

As the whole city chanted Go Spurs Go,

The churros were warm, stacked high by the lane,

The Jackals were cheering, “Bring back the beautiful game!”,

The ball skipped like music, from hand onto hand,

The Silver and Black brought the crowd to a stand.

One pass, then another, then Wemby took flight

And dunked on the moon in the South Texas night,

A KAT and an elf lead the team for the Knicks,

While some kids and an Alien got the Spurs in 6,

And I heard Wemby laugh as he vanished from sight,

“Happy Finals to all, and to all a Spurs night!”