Mad Libs: A Letter to Amare

Kamryn is my nine year old daughter.  She and I sometimes do Mad Libs together.  These humorous exercises usually result in her giggling uncontrollably while attempting to read various silly adjectives, and a handful of synonyms for the stuff her younger brothers frequently deposit in their diapers.

As I’m easily amused by the same old thing time and again (see: farts,) I figured some Suns Mad Libs were in order, and what better place to start than a letter to our mercurial power forward/center, Amare Stoudemire.

NOTE: the CAPITALIZED words below are where Kamryn filled in the blanks.  The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.

Dear Amare,

You’re a NEON basketball BUTTON.  Your size, TURTLE, and MASHED POTATOES are nearly unmatched in the league today.  I’ve loved SOLVING you every night these last YELLOW Suns seasons.

While you’re certainly CHUBBY from perfect and have CANDY WRAPPERS just like the rest of us, I really DRAW the 2009-10 season will be yours.  While our two time MVP MARACA will be the conductor of the SQUIRREL, he’ll need a BALD engine that has been down the EAR before.

Stay SHINY, focus on WALKING your team by CHAIN, and the upcoming MUD situation you face will CONTRADICT itself out.

Best,

MR. WAFFLE BIRD

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