'Twas the Night Before Kickoff

It is officially only two weeks til the start of football season and the anticipation is killing me! I am channeling that anticipation in the little poem below:


Twas the Night before kickoff, when all through the borough
All the creatures were stirring, especially the pro’s
The banners were hung from the rafters with care,
In hopes the Lombardi soon would be there.

The linemen were primed, too hyper for bed
While visions of tackles danced in their head
And you in your jersey and me in my gear
Had just settled down for a quick pre-game beer

When out in the sports den there rose such a clatter,
I sprang from my chair to see what was the matter,
Away to the TV I flew like a dart
Gawked at the Sportscenter and held onto my heart

When, what to my curious eyes should appear,
But a story of grit, of spunk and Colts’ fear.

It was a brilliant old coach; a strong, clever mister
I knew in a moment it must be Jeff Fisher
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them to fight;
“On Collins, on Bullock, on Boiman and White”

“To the top of the zone, to the top of the wall
Now pound the ball, pound the ball, pound the ball all!”

He spoke not a boast, but a pledge to be kept
And dis’d on his critics with joy and with jest
“The Titans will win it, and win going away,
Happy Season to all and to all…let us play!”