It was eight years ago today,
Sgt. Curry taught the team to play,
They've been going in and out of style
But they're guaranteed to raise a smile.
So may I introduce to you
The act you've known for all these years
Sgt. Curry's Lonely Hearts Club Team..
The rusted chains of prison moons
Are shattered by the sun.
I walk a road, horizons change
The tournament's begun.
The purple piper plays his tune,
The choir softly sing;
Three lullabies in an ancient tongue,
For the court of the crimson king.
Also never forget the recap of Boston's offseason:
All for the Ultimate Prize...
RIP IN PIECE SAM HINKIE; YOU DIED FOR OUR WINS