The Grinch Who Stole LA's Christmas

You're a mean one, Mr. Stearn.

You really are a wimp.
You're as cuddly as a cactus,
You're as honest as a pimp.
Mr. Stearn.

Ladies & Gentlemen I present for you

Dan Gilbert & Mark Cuban’s talking, dancing Chimp!

You're a monster, Mr. Stearn.

Your heart's an empty hole.
Your brain is full of Mavericks,
You've got Celtics in your soul.
Mr. Stearn.

The City of LA would gladly hang you from a

thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole.

You're a vile one, Mr. Stearn.

We see Lucifer when you smile.
You have all the tender sweetness
Of a marauding pedophile.
Mr. Stearn.

Given the choice between the two of you

I'd take the marauding pedophile.

You're a foul one, Mr. Stearn.

You're a low-down filthy rat.
Your heart is cold and gray
Your soul is full of fat.
Mr. Stearn.

The three words that best describe you, are as follows, and I quote:

Weak, Wimp, … and well it’s Christmas time so I won’t use“that”!

You're a coward, Mr. Stearn.

You're the master of back-room plots.
You lie when it’s convenient but LA fans know…
Leopard’s … Don’t … Change … Spots,
Mr. Stearn.

Your soul is an apalling dump heap overflowing

with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable
rubbish imaginable,
Mangled up in tangled up knots.

You sicken me, Mr. Stearn.

With that stupid toothy gloss.
You're a crooked league honcho
And our anger will be your loss.
Mr. Stearn.

You're a gutless, weak-minded pathetic excuse for a league executive… And Mark Cuban is your Boss!

Merry Christmas Laker Fans!