The night before Bullsmas

December 21, 2011|By Scott Bolohan, For RedEye

'Twas the night before tip-off, when all through Chi,

Fans waited for basketball, other than the Sky.

The banners were hung by the rafters with care,

In celebration of the end to the labor nightmare.

The fans were nestled all snug in their beds,

With phrases of Stacey King stuck in their heads.

And I in my replica jersey of Taj Gibson,

Had just lied down to sleep at a quarter to one.

When out on the street arose such a noise,

Although not too unusual for this part of Illinois.

I looked out and saw a man dressed in all red,

It wasn't even the neighborhood crack head.

His suit was quite large and made of wool,

I knew at once it was Benny the Bull.

He appeared quite distressed I could see,

Since the Bulls started at four on ABC.

I ran to the corner to help the mascot,

Who was alone on the street practicing trick shots.

I wanted at once to put an end to this sad affair.

So I flagged down a cab and said, "O'Hare."

After the lockout and this incident, I began to worry

What else could go wrong in this season to be hurried?

But I reassured myself, there was nothing fear?

The Bulls had the best record in the NBA last year.

With Derrick Rose unbelievably quick,

And Carlos Boozer looking less thick,

And a shooting guard who can score in Rip,

The Bulls are in good shape for a championship.

Opening day is on the road in L.A.,

But Thibs will have Bulls ready to play.

And this Lakers team looks like a letdown,

Replacing Phil Jackson with Mike Brown.

With 'The Veto' the Lakers are left with debris,

Topped off by the expensive divorce of Kobe.

After trading Odom for nil, you question their plan,

Unless it was to just get rid of a Kardashian.

Out East the Heat are defending champs,

That's not to say the Bulls have no chance.

As it's been proven, any team with LeBron James,

Has a reputation to disappear late in games.

The dawn of the season made me too excited to sleep,

Convinced the Bulls were ready to make the leap.

It was just a matter of hours throughout my 'hood,

I'd hear calls of "Too big, too fast, too strong, too good."

If the Bulls didn't win Sunday it would be all right,

It could be a Merry Christmas for all if we got Dwight.

Scott Bolohan is a RedEye special contributor.

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