We will now lay to rest
A good friend of whom we’ve grown fond.
You began your life in Houston
So it was only right it ended in the place you called home.
You may have been only 32 games and 72 days old
But to haters, it felt like a lifetime.
You came when we needed you most
With no Point to guide us
With no Big to protect us
With no Sixth Man to support us
You carried us to Twenty-One and Eleven.
Though just a number
You came in many forms:
The crossover
The jumper
The floater
And, my personal favorite, the poster.