Already happening with Gobert and is definitely going to happen with Hood. If we nail the #12 pick this year, DL has pretty much sold his soul to the devil.
Well the Devil went down to Utah, he was lookin' for a soul to steal.
He was in a bind 'cause he was way behind and looking to make a deal.
When he came across this old man watching combine vids and thinkin' hard,
the devil jumped up on his Ikea desk and said "Boy, let me tell ya what!"
"I guess you didn't know it but I'm a G-M too,
and if you'd care to take a dare, I'll make a bet with you.
Now you pick well, old boy, but give the Devil his due.
I'll bet a great young squad against your soul
because I think I'm better than you..."
The man said, "Well, my name is Lindsey and it might be sin
but I'll take your bet and you're goin' regret 'cause I worked with Popovich!"
Dennis, grab your clipboard and get to thinkin' smart.
'Cause Hell's broke loose in Utah and the Devil's dealin' hard.
And if you win you get this young team going for the gold,
But if you lose the devil gets your soul.
The Devil grabbed his pen and he said, "I'll start this show."
And fire flew from his fingertips as he let the black ink flow.
And he flipped open his cell phone and it made an evil hiss.
And he called up Corbin's agent and it went somethin' like this.
[queue tragic play calling, no coaching ability, and general douchery]
When Corbin finished up, Lindsey said, "Well, you're pretty 'meh' ol' son,
But sit down in that chair right there and see how Quin gets it done!"
Deflected inbound pass! Run, boys, run!
Gobert's in the house of the rising sun;
Hayward at the three's been stealin' those stones.
Favors grabbin' boards! Go Jazz, Go!
The Devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat.
And he laid those player contracts on the ground at Lindsey's feet.
Dennis said, "Devil, just come on back to Utah if you wanna try again,
I done told you once—you son of a gun—I'm the best that's ever been."
The Jazz played:
Deflected inbound pass! Run, boys, run!
Gobert's in the house of the rising sun;
Hayward at the three's been stealin' those stones.
Favors blocking out for boards. Go Jazz, Go!