Going Shakespeare up in this bitch! - Jim Coughenour
Will the Suns persist in their delusion of conbuilding, or can
William Shakespeare Jim Coughenour disabuse them of this misconception and compel them to commence with a real rebuild?
To tank, or not to tank: that is the question:
Whether ‘tis nobler of the Suns to suffer
The slings and arrows of the 13th pick,
Or to take arms against a sea of mediocrity,
And by opposing end it. To draft: 13th:
No more; and by a top 5 pick we end
The heart-ache, and the thousands of empty seats
That stagbuilding is heir to, 'tis a treadmill
Devoutly to be feared. To draft, 13th;
Again: but ‘tis there hope for these vapid Suns?
For in the lottery what dreams may come,
But losing has given the front office pause:
To abrogate the calamity of conbuilding:
For we who bear the whips and scorns of mediocrity,
The banker's wrong, the lawyer's contumely,
The pang of playoffs missed, the rebuild's delay,
The insolence of the Lakers, and the Spurs
That patient merit of our loyal fans,
When they can end this vicious cycle
With picks and youth that trades may bear
But yet they vacillate with timorous eye
to spy upon the perils of being bad,
The unfamiliar land of futility
No Sun has traveled, puzzles the will,
And cozens them to endure this purgatory
Rather than test the depths of the lottery pool;
Thus trepidation does make cowards of them all,
And thus the oneiric musings of a renascent Suns
Are sicklied o'er with the pale cast of doubt,
And the refulgent talent that top picks bring;
Is sullied in our minds by their reluctance
And we lose the next Durant. The next Rose!
Oh Suns! Release us from this prison!
Lose now; Win later.