To the tune of Kenny Rogers' "The Gambler"
On a warm summer’s eve
During every sim off season
We round up all our young players
Exercise their rights
Then we take turns spendin’
Offering them money
They each sign a contract
Then we begin to fight
We say “son, I signed your player
To a contract way too ‘spensive
You either take my yellow green
Or swallow this bad deal”
They say “give me more points
I have no problem matching
Cuz I’ll just train him for the next three years
Then the contract will be a steal”
You got to know when to match em
Know when to decline em
Know when to walk away
Just kidding that’s no fun
Never give up a player
Without getting at least a yellow
Even if that means
Paying thirty million
But the story don’t end there
Because we’re all little babies
We take RFA personal
When it’s our young guy
When we offer, it’s just business
When we’re offered, it’s just bullshit
RFA is hard, but you’ll go far
If you listen to my advice
You got to know when to match em
Know when to decline em
Know when to walk away
Just kidding that’s no fun
Never give up a player
Without getting at least a yellow
Even if that means
Paying thirty million
You got Josh Okogie
Before that Nassir Little
And before that was old Paul Pierce
Remember Nick got mad?
It’ll happen every season
Even without reason
If you try to send a max at Luka
In two years I’ll kick your ass
You got to know when to match em
Know when to decline em
Know when to walk away
Just kidding that’s no fun
Never give up a player
Without getting at least a yellow
Even if that means
Paying thirty million