Mr. Assist
Years ago
Rhyme Time with Shane Heal
Shame, Shane, Shame.
C'mon everybody, put your collective thinking caps on and join me in an ode to Shane Heal.
As I wipe the tears from my weary eyes I'll begin.............
There once was a young Tool named Heal.
Who thought he was basketballs' real deal.
He loved his own shot,
An assist he aint got,
And Goorj's warm liquid love he did steal.
or perhaps........
Shane, tell me it aint so.
You've finally decided to go.
It's obvious to all,
Brett plays far better ball,
But the knob they call coach doesn't know.
or........
Hammer, you've called it a day.
Well, Hip Hip friggin Hooray.
Pity for the Boomers,
It wasn't called sooner,
And take Ronaldson with you on your way.
(OK technically it doesn't rhyme but I allowed myself a little poetic licence.)
The following one I put a lot of time and effort in.
I like to call it
"The life and times of Shane Heal"
Shane you are a tool. End of story.
Thank you!
