When I first heard the news that All-Star Jimmy Butler is demanding a trade from the seemingly rejuvenated Minnesota Timberwolves, a random chorus from an old song I remember from my skinny youth immediately popped in my head. The lyrics are as follows:
My tea’s gone cold, I’m wondering why I got out of bed at all.
The morning rain clouds up my window, and I can’t see at all.
And even if I could it’d all be grey, but your picture on my wall.