An Open Letter to Zion Williamson
From: The City of New Orleans
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June 20, 2019
(Read with Naw’lins Accent)
Welcome to the New Orleans, baby. It’s me, the Crescent City, the Big Easy, The City that Care forgot.
I heard tell that you were headed our way. I’ve seen you play, a cross between Bron and Shaq. I also heard AD is gone, and he ain’t coming back. I’ll admit I was sad when the news hit me, but then someone woke me from my nap and told me we had the number 1 pick in the draft. And, well, let’s just say some libations flowed, as they often do when I’m around.
Maybe you’ve heard that I just celebrated my 300th Birthday? Yep, that’s right, 300 years. Of course, I’m much older than that, but the original people didn’t feel the need to keep records and write down everything under the sun. They just used me as a place to trade and live life. Everything changes, but that’s okay.
