In the heart of the Rocky Mountains, a legacy was spun,
With thunderous applause, the crown weighed heavy, but yet, he’d won.
Nikola, the Joker, a maestro of the court,
With every dribble and assist, a wizard’s playful sport.
But whispers danced among the pines, as winds of change did blow,
A North Star calling through the mist, to where cold rivers flow.
Into the wild, he set his sights, the land of the Timberwolves,
Who bore the hunger of the North, their ambitions yet to evolve.
He traded sunsets by the skies, for a horizon filled with dreams,
In the land where moonlit shadows loom and determination screams.
The pulsing beat of Minne’s heart, a rhythm fierce and loud,
Echoed through the hardwood halls, igniting fervent crowd.
His departure left a canvas bare, in hues of gold and blue,
Yet in that absence, stories grew, like seeds kissed by the dew.
Every alley-oop, each basket scored, a testament to what once was,
A spirit, free and soaring high, igniting fire just because.
With Cat beside him, side by side, they danced a tapestry of fate,
Two giants in their own right, forging paths that wouldn’t wait.
The echoes of the past remained, yet the future swayed its hand,
In Timber’s embrace, a different tale—a new tomorrow planned.
Fans with banners, hopes held high, united in their zeal,
To witness triumph in the North, the power of the real.
For change can paint with brush so bold, a masterpiece anew,
And with each game, they’ll etch a tale, a saga born from two.
So here’s to energy unleashed, under stadium’s bright lights glow,
A journey’s start, a chapter fresh, in a land where rivers flow.
In Minnesota, under winter skies, the joy of basketball unfurls,
A new symphony in every pass, as legends wear new furls.
Let history mark this moment bright, as seasons ebb and flow,
For in the heart of every fan, the magic will forever glow.
From Denver’s heights to Minne’s dreams, let passion leave its mark,
For in this game of love and grit, amid the cheers, the spark.
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