I submitted this original poem (by me) to WizDotCom Blog on 12/24/06. Although the holidays have passed, the subject matter is rather appropriate because of what Agent Zero did in the last 6 weeks.
‘Twas the night before Xmas, the Wiz are at home
Donell’s playing Xbox; Etan’s writing poems
Verizon Center is dark and no one else is there
Except for Agent Zero, a self-made millionaire
Even Coach Jordan took a break, staying at home instead
Spending time with his family, reading to his kids in bed
And Ruffin in his PJs, wearing his skull-cap too
To keep the heat from waning and not to get the flu
Back at Verizon Center, Gilbert checks his cell
Old pal Larry Hughes had called and wondered “What the hell
are you doing shooting jumpers on Christmas Eve
You have nothing to prove; nothing to achieve”
“You’re wrong, so wrong”, said Arenas without thought
“I need to get even better; I don’t want to get caught”
I’m not a champion, not even close my friend
“I won’t rest until that day; I’ll compete to the end!”
Arenas threw his phone toward Section 117
The cell broke apart and out flew the screen
Gilbert, angered by Larry, went to the three point line
Closed his eyes, took the shot, and the ball dropped through the twine
Hard work will pay off and Gilbert knows
The more that he does, the farther he will go
Dropping 60 and 54 are just memories of the past
It’ll be difficult to keep the hibachi on high blast
“We’re a good team”, Arenas quipped out loud
“We can perform anywhere, even against hostile crowds”
Antawn, Tough Juice – keep the heat off me
That’s how we get respected as the league’s best “Big 3”
Arenas suddenly stopped, putting the ball to rest
The Chef suddenly screamed at the top of his chest
“Watch out 2007, the Wiz will be ready to fight
And Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night”
