Wa, wa, wa! I hate to hear the wailing of spoiled children. Especially gifted and wealthy ones.
Owners: You can't play basketball unless we say you can, and we will only pay you what we want to pay.
Players: Then we won't play unless you pay us what we want to be paid.
Owners: Good because we own all the equipment and the courts so we won't let you in to play.
Players: Fine we will go play on European courts.
Owners: Go ahead, but don't come back.
Players: You need us to make your money, so pay us more.
Owners: No we don't. We're already rich and this will hurt you more than it does us.
Players: That's the point. You're already rich and we want to be, so give us more money.
Owners: Why? You'll just fritter it away.
Players: Pay us more or we will hold our breath.
Owners: Don't hold your breath. It ain't gonna happen.
Players: What about the fans?
Owners: The who?
Players: The fans!
Owners: What's a fan?
Players: You know the people who come to the games and pay to see "US" play.
Owners: What have they got to do with any of this? They will pay whatever we say they will.
Fans: Grow up. It's a kids game. You are all overpaid. Maybe we'll just take our money and go to a hockey fight.
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