AIN'T NO SUNSHINE....

AIN'T NO SUNSHINE....
What a struggle, can you call it a game?
Our first half performance, who is to blame?
Maybe Gortat, Nash, and Frye,
It's enough to make a grown man "crye."

Doc got tossed, was that malarkey?
By the way, didn't Walton seem snarky?
Then Baby got hurt, a hamstring strain,
Our injury record has been insane.

It started raining threes at the end of the third.
The groans of the Cs fans were all that one heard.
During the whole game we hardly ever led,
Should've skipped the US Air Center, gone to the terminal instead.

KG fouled Frye--what was the call?
Certainly not a foul AWAY from the ball.
Two techs on KG, he is out of this place,
Techs on Perk and Nate, did you see KG's face?

Six free throws were taken, of which they made four,
After that we seemed to forget how to score.
We have to figure we can't get worse,
Gotta shake off that back to back...to back curse.

At the end of this poem you know what I'll say,
Ray is now only 16 away!