A NBA traveling story:

Braving the brisk winds of New York wearing my Knickerbockers, as I travel south to Miami to catch some Heat, passing by Orlando to see some Magic, visiting thru Charlotte in hopes of seeing a pack of Bobcats, fly down to Atlanta to catch a glimpse of some wild Hawks, moving on to Denver lining my pockets with a few Nuggets, onward to Minnesota to train a few Timberwolves, hit the east side of L.A for a premiere set of Clippers, then to the sea coast to command a crew of Lakers, swim to New Orleans to collect a handful of Hornets, go hunting in Milwaukee shooting a couple of Bucks, pay tribute in Utah to the fabled art of Jazz, head to Phoenix thinking the city skies contains several Suns, travel to Oklahoma unfazed by the city’s Thunder, reporting to Sacramento at the request of a few Kings, venturing to Memphis to battle a pack of Grizzlies, checking out Chicago and its herd of wild Bulls, paging in Houston to check on their space bound Rockets, roaming on to Dallas establishing a crew of independents known as the Mavericks, hiking in Portland on the Trail of Blazers, make my way to Indiana running a race full of slow Pacers, head on to San Antonio to pick up a shiny pair of Spurs, moving to New Jersey to buy a couple of Nets, then to Boston to study the history of tribal Celtics, travel to Cleveland to join a team of Cavaliers, brave the challenge in Washington against elite Wizards, bring some fossils to Toronto to revive a few Raptors, head to the Golden State where real men are heralded as Warriors, tour through Philly on the highway of the 76ers, and finally make a stop in Detroit on a mission to fix the truck with a couple of Pistons.