And you may find yourself
Listening to a mumbling Shaq
And you may find yourself
In the same two parts of the world
And you may find yourself
Behind the wheel of a four-time repeat
And you may find yourself in a basketball house
With a basketball wife
And you may ask yourself, well
How did I get here?
Letting the days go by, let the playoffs get me down
Letting the days go by, parity going underground
Into the red again, after the cap is gone
Once in a lifetime, parity going underground
And you may ask yourself
Why am I doing this?
And you may ask yourself
Where is that merry-go-round?
And you may tell yourself
This is not my basketball house!
And you may tell yourself
This is not my basketball wife!
Letting the days go by, let the Finals hold me down
Letting the days go by, ‘Bron will knock you to the ground
Into the blues again, Nuggets season’s gone
Four times feels like a lifetime, and my head begins to pound
Same as it ever was (LeBron)
Same as it ever was (Steph)
Same as it ever was (Kevin)
Same as it ever was (other Kevin)
Same as it ever was (Klay)
Same as it ever was (Kyle)
Same as it ever was (Draymond)
Same as it ever was (J.R.)
Leads dissolving and rotations shifting
Threes splashing to the bottom of the ocean
Under the screen, give and go and go and give
Stretch the cords at the bottom of the net
Letting the days go by, let the repeat make me frown
Letting the days go by, same guys have the rock to pound
Into the orange again like a basketball
Hear their swishes barely make a sound
Letting the days go by, let the beer buzz weigh me down
Back in the men’s room, water flowing, tinkling sound
Into the blue again after the swirling’s gone
Once in a halftime, water flowing underground
And you may ask yourself
What is that beautiful passing?
And you may ask yourself
Is this what defense looks like?
And you may ask yourself
Am I right? Am I wrong?
And you may say yourself, “My God! Seriously? These guys again?”
Letting the days go by, let the same teams hold me down
Letting the days go by, ‘cause the basketball is round
Into the postseason, without the silent Nuggets
Under the rocks and stones, there’s next season to be found
Letting the days go by, let the replays get me down
Letting the days go by, without a foul to be found
Onto the bench again, after that sixth foul
Once in a series, you get to go sit down
Same as it ever was (2015)
Same as it ever was (2016)
Same as it ever was (2017)
Look where his hand was!
Time isn’t 24 seconds
Time for new teams
Same as it ever was (2018)
Letting the days go by (SAME AS IT EVER WAS!)
This feels like a lifetime
Letting the days go by…
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Today starts Round Four of the heavyweight fight/NBA Finals that the Golden State Warriors and Cleveland Cavaliers have locked themselves into by knocking out every other challenger along the way. Again. For the prodigious fan bases of the Dubs and Cavs, this has been nearly 1,500 days of a glorious push and pull. The rest of we basketball fans in the world seem to vacillate between the awe you feel in watching the best in the business do their thing, and the feeling you feel when you had the same meal four nights in a row. Clevelanders, Bay Area denizens, and basketball purists begin tonight with their eyes wide and their jaws slack. The rest of us would just like something on the plate besides the DubsCavs smorgasbord. It seems to be making me gassy. Here’s the funniest and oft-re-tweeted post of the many about the situation, from Jason Gay:
How does it hit you, Nuggets Nation? Are you excited for these Finals, or were you ready for something else? Round Four! Same as it ever was!
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