Dear Jimmy Butler,
There's only room for one Rose to grow in the Chicago sidewalks. Joakim No-ah has turned into Joakim No-O-or-D. Paul Gasol is Pau Gasoft when it comes down to it. And Mike Dunleavy. Yep, we thought the last one was funny too.
Jimmy, you are a star. Both you and us know it. You turned down that insulting 4-year, $44 million contract before the season because you knew that you could go toe-to-toe with LeBron James. You took him out of his game, both last year and this one. Unfortunately, the rest of your team hasn't done their job containing everyone else. LeBron is taking over the Finals as we speak. No one on the planet can match you when it comes to shutting down LeBron(except for maybe Kawhi Leonard, but we won't say that). And you what team gave the rest of the Cavaliers trouble? The Boston Celtics.
Those 20 points per game you scored? I bet Thibodeau never even spoke a word about them. In fact, could he even pronounce the word "offense"? No, Jimmy. Those were not designed points or easy points. Those were man points that you took and earned. But add those 20 hard-earned points to 10 easy ones, and you're suddenly the face of the league. Our Coach Brad Stevens will give you that. In our pace-and-space spread offense, you won't be relegated to receiving pin-down screens and waiting for Derrick Rose to jack up a shot; you'll be the focal point. We were a top-5 team at getting wide-open looks. Did you look at our roster last year? You'll be coming to another hard-nosed, chippy team, just like you want, but instead of a fragile flower being the poster child, it'll be you.
Boston needs a star Jimmy. No, it needs a Butler. We already have a 17-course meal of rings; it's time for you to serve up an 18th.