Let the lights come on. Let the colors and joy return. That they fill the stadiums, that there are celebrations, that there is energy.
Let the bars explode. Let the cheerleaders and the mascots dance. Let shirts shine, let there be boys, with a thousand balls.
That there are closed endings. Fantasy assists arise. Let the stars fly, hot blood and cold mind.
Let the newspapers publish. That spread the TV, networks and magazines. Let the haters go. That followers praise, protagonists.
Let there be new stars. Let rookies and great teams appear. Let the records be broken, let there be legends and myths arise.
Let the lights come on. Let there be last-second definitions. That advantages are found. Long live basketball in the world.
Let there be Doncic passes. Let there be shots from Curry and Durant. Let Jokic be a genius, let Paul think and Morant jump.
Have Giannis hit the triples. May Westbrook have new looks to show. Get Irving vaccinated and Simmons just talk about playing games.
Make Butler tough again. May Embiid grow stronger than he is. Make it leader Tatum, legendary Booker, and also Trae Young.
Get Leonard back on time. Get Thompson back on and Davis too. Let Mitchell be explosive, Ball the protagonist and LeBron the King.
Let Campazzo smile. Let Deck seize his opportunity. That Bolmaro see minutes and that Manu in San Antonio can enjoy.
Let Popovich speak often. May there be no injustices to regret. Let the minorities scream, let there be no bubbles, let there be equality.
Let time stop. Empty the armchairs, fill the tables. Let friends come back, let there be meetings, let there be beer.
Let the screams be heard. Let hope and illusion return. There will be 30 franchises, 1001 nights, and a champion.
Let the lights come on. The NBA is about to begin. 75 years of history.