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"And I want a perimeter shooter that can consistently stick the three." "You'll shoot your eye out, kid."

(I was saving this for Christmas Eve, but you all sound like you could use a little "Caroling up.")

Hark, as Harold Pressley Sings

Hark, as Harold Pressley sings,

These are not your old school Kings.

Though your heart for victory yearns,

At least you’re not watching Evers Burns.

The slogan may be Here We Rise,

While the fans moan towards the skies,

With Cuz in the post proclaim,

Lose and Westphal is to blame.

Hark, as Harold Pressley sings,

These are not your old school Kings. 

I’m Dreaming of a Whiteside Christmas

I’m dreaming of a Whiteside Christmas,

Just like the ones I’d like to know.

Where Carl is traded, and Sam downgraded,

Because our current team does blow.

 

I’m dreaming of a Whiteside Christmas,

Just like the ones I pray to see.

His potential beckons, in spite of fouls by the seconds,

Under E-Muss he will surely flee.

 

I’m dreaming of a Whiteside Christmas,

With every thread post that I write.

Can a Kings fan’s soul be filled with pride?

Perhaps if this Christmas is Whiteside.

 

 

 

The Dreidel Westphal Song

I have a coach named Westphal,

His rotations made of clay.

And when he’s good and ready,

Then maybe I will play.

 

Oh, Westphal, Westphal, Westphal,

Will I play or will I sit?

I’ve taken off my warm-ups,

And my Menorah’s surely lit.

 

I think I’m going in now,

But coach has other plans,

It looks like JT at the three,

To the chagrin of the fans.

 

Oh, Westphal, Westphal, Westphal,

I’m driven to distraction.

It’s going to be bad news

When Israel takes action.

 

My legs are cramping up now,

From sitting on the bench.

I must say my Coach Westphal

Is certainly no mensch.

 

Oh, Westphal, Westphal, Westphal,

You make me want to fight,

But then I guess it could be worse,

I could be Antoine Wright.

 

Happy holidays, everyone!