SLAMLET - A monologue from the play by William Shakespeare, as inspired by Another Stupid SN and re-touched by section214.
SLAMLET: To D, or not to D--that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The layups and slam dunks of our opponents
Or to take arms against a sea of stat padders
And by opposing end them.
To roll over on defense, to cave--
No more--and by Elie to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand embarrassments
That weak defense is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished.
To defend, to care--
To win--perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub,
For in that depth of defensive effort what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off the majority of our recent rosters,
Must give us pause. There's the lack of respect
That makes calamity of so long life as a Kings fan.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of ill-conceived player acquisitions,
Th' coaching staff wrong, the proud man's contumely
The pangs of despised play sets, the offense's delay,
The insolence of the front office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th' cluelessly faithful takes,
When he himself might his 3-point stroke make
With nary a glance of the rim?
Who would man-on-man pressure bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary Westphal,
But that the dread of something after defense,
The undiscovered offense, from whose bourn
No traveller goes uncalled, puzzles the fan base,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of – a win streak perchance?
Thus Maloof does make losers of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprise of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action. -- Soft you now,
The fair Peaches! -- Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remembered.
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