Dear [insert name of your own personal Higher Power)

Dear Lord:

Please just let this offseason end!

Amen!

 

Dear Senator Hillary,

Please let me keep enough of my own money so I can afford really good tickets this year. Oh yeah, and one hot dog and a beer.

Your servant,

Richirich

 

Dear G-d:

Please don't let this board get political.

Amen.

 

dear Joseph Smith,

please let Yao & Tracy click more

 

Dear David Blaine,

Let your just hand guide us to victory over the Mavericks
Guide T-Mac past Mrs. Christie on the perimeter
Protect Yao from fatigue and foul trouble
Please strike down the ankle of Tim Duncan
I implore you, deliver the trophy to wear it belongs.

Amen

P.S. - Please let the federal government recognize us as a true religion.

 

Keep out players healthy...

 

Dear Mr. Stern,

Thou art great. Remember thy chief servants and the keepers of your kingdom and deliver Yao from the noisome pestilence of phantom offensive fouls, 3 second calls, and defenders that weigh on your coming king of the east and have smitten him upon the cheekbone. Let them be ashamed and sore vexed of burdensome foul trouble, sky hooks, and slam dunks. Smite them with suspensions, and strip them bare of their zone defenses.

Dear Mr. Stern, in thee do we trust to restablish the fruited plain of verticality for the king of the east and his angels.

And remember the wickedness of the king of the north, how he flaunteth himself and destroyed the credibility of your judgment court with his constant bantering of emails and phone calls to your courtship regarding thy chosen ones. Make him to stink amongst his brethren, bring double shame on his head.

And forget not the error of the oppressors of the West, and their many boredoms. They have caused your name to be a stink amongst the sports gods by breaking the law of good field goal shooting percentage. They have turned up their nose to offense, Mr. Stern. They have made a mockery of the fast break, O great one. They are pretenders and boremonglers Mr. Stern. Erase their memory from us.

And forget not those that have raised up a standard. Remember the sweet savor of their victorious championships, and the faithfulness of your humble servants, Rudy and Hakeem, that their memory perish not. And reward thy chief servants TMac, Yao, and Van Gundy, with the glory that is reserved for thy blessed Trinity. Make them Three in One and One in Three and enlighten the eyes of the unbelievers to see the truth of thy glorious kingdom.

Thou art the greatest, Mr. Stern.


In Thy name we pray,



Nike ("Amen")

 

Cartman?

 

This is funny.......I'll translate what comes to my mind, as soon as my dream is complete.
For now, I must slumber and see what must shortly come to pass...

 

I pray that Yao will have no mercy and use his god-given gift to destroyed every opponents in his path.

 

Budha bless y'all

 

Dear Mark Cuban,

GO TO HELL!!!!!