In Eugene, Oregon, where the pine trees grow,
The Thunder came calling, all set for a show.
Isaiah Hartenstein, tall and quite grand,
Met with OKC, a contending band.
The Thunder, they traveled to Hartenstein’s town,
Where the Knicks’ center was born and still hunkers down.
Flush with salary-cap space and ambition untold,
They sought out Isaiah, their plans to unfold.
Sam Presti, the wizard of OKC’s lore,
Sat with Isaiah, opportunity galore.
In free agency’s opening, they made their pitch clear,
A chance for a championship drawing quite near.
Last season, the Thunder soared high in the West,
But rebounding, alas, was not at its best.
A physical presence was what they now sought,
And Hartenstein’s prowess was what they had bought.
The Knicks, bound by limits of Early Bird Rights,
Couldn’t compete in these high-stakes fights.
Sixteen million they offered, but not a cent more,
While the Thunder’s offer, a championship bore.
In a market so weak, he stands as the best,
The top center available, a cut above the rest.
Nic Claxton, you see, signed for a great sum,
But Hartenstein’s talents are where hopes come from.
So, in Eugene, with family near,
The Thunder made their intentions clear.
Isaiah Hartenstein, will he take the leap?
For a chance at glory, with OKC to keep?
The weekend passed with talks in the air,
Oklahoma’s Thunder, a dream to share.
Will Isaiah join in, for a championship run?
Only time will tell, as free agency’s begun.
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