The Mystics Invoke the Envy of Your Yang
The Mystics are off to the second-worst start in WNBA history. 0-8. I don't get it. They started the year with the same basic lineup that went to the playoffs last year, right? The off-court chemistry seems just fine, to a casual observer. Most importantly, I needed them to help carry me through the summer.
But now, Mystics bloggers are resorting to Macbeth quotes. Their commenters are even worse:
* I believe a good college team could beat this team.
* It's obvious we need to CLEAN HOUSE from the top down and start over.
* Get a New GM and coach in NOW!
A college team? That's called disrespect. Luckily, I have just the thing for WNBA players who have been disrespected: The "Choose Respect Player Essays and Poems" on the WNBA Web site.
Respect is like when a new pair of Jordans come out...
You know everyone wants them, but are not necessarily willing to pay the price to get them.
Respect is like passing the basketball...
In order two receive it, you have to be willing to give it up.
Respect is hiring WNBA.com copy editors!!!!
R= Ready at all times.
E= Effected by no one
S= Surrender to nothing
E= Efficient effort given always.
C= Calm and collective in every situation.
Um, respect is hiring WNBA.com copy editors!!!!
But enough jokes. Here's the Mystics' own Nakia Sanford, Etan Thomas with shorter stature and shorter hair, versifying about respect. Recite this during tonight's game, and all should be fine. With a few focused looks, they should be able to instill fear upon the sons they've birthed. Man, they need a win.
My strength is invisible to the naked eye
I am the legacy of nations
Under supple skin I protect the history of ages
My womb cradles the future of civilization
I am the ying that invokes the envy of my yang
My dominance makes me constant prey
I do not build up massive structures
Nor destroy the existing of my rivals to showcase my might
My power is innate
Passed down to me from sultry Cleopatra
Is the ability to quietly topple nations.
I can out wit any oppression with the same cunning
As Harriet Tubman, go underground and not be found by my hunter
The blood passed by Joan of Arc, allows me to lead against any challenge
Organize the ranks in my home, office or on a global scale
I do not need missile, gun , nor spear
One focused look instills fear upon the sons I birthed
Through my body passed the tribes that walked the earth.
I am loved, revered, and feared.
Respect me for the burdens I have carried
Respect me for the labor I have done behind the scenes
Respect me for my nurture and your birth
Respect me and learn to value a woman's worth.
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