Ye are factious and an enemy to all good basketball government.
Ye are a mercenary wretch, and would like Esau sell your best players for a mess of pottage, and like Judas betray your God for a few pieces of money.
Ye have no more religion than my horse. Gold is your God.
Ye are grown intolerably odious to the whole community. You were deputed here by the people to get grievances redressed, are yourself become the greatest grievance.
Your community therefore calls upon me to cleanse this Augean stable, by putting a final period to your iniquitous proceedings in this House by the Bay; and which by God's help, and the strength he has given me, I am now come to do.
I command ye therefore, upon the peril of your life, to depart immediately out of this place.
Go, get you out! Make haste! Ye venal slave-driver be gone! So! Take away those shining baubles there, and lock up the doors.
In the name of God, go!
