So long Etan Thomas, auf wiedersehen, adieu
You showed lots of promise when our PG was Ty Lue
With your lengthy dreadlocks that Rapunzel would envy
At times you owned the blocks with rebounds aplenty
Along the way though, you hardly improved
but that is ok, because you once hit a groove.
Game 3 in '05 with the Bulls threatening
You stepped up in the paint like a cream-colored Yao Ming
20 huge points to turn the series around
A clutch insider scorer, we'd seemingly found
And then docs discovered a problem with your heart
But your guts remained strong, your will off the charts
You returned in '08, determined to start
It didn't work out though, and now, you part.
Your scuffles with Haywood - three times! Oh Lordy!
To find out who would bring the Wiz low-post glory
Were epic and showed your resolve and pizazz
But sometimes you seemed more interested in jazz
And other such things to stimulate your head
You visited many a Children's Hospital bed
You made heaps and heaps upon gobs of hard cash
And probably smoked tons of heady street hash
You stood up for peace, you marched on the streets
Emphatic slam dunks brought Wiz fans to their feet
For that we'll remember you, Etan the Man
who did more with your leaky heart than playing basketball can
We hope you find peace in the vast Gopher State
you'll be one of 12 black dudes - the other 11, your teammates.
[Image via Truth About It]