post of the dayLaTunaNostra;1241742 said:With apologies to Clement Clarke Moore ...
'Twas the night that was Christmas, when the Stadium rocked,
The Eagles were coming, about to get socked.
The D, it was stoked was with excitement and care,
In hopes a Division Crown soon would be there.
Canty and Spears, they were looking for creds,
While visions of Garcia's head danced in their heads.
Tnew in his glory and Roy with his rap,
Were planning for Philly a long winter's nap.
When out at the Stadium there arose such a clatter,
Ferg bounced to the door to see what was the matter.
Away to the field they all flew like a flash,
With energy, glee, and a thundering crash.
The moon on the rise cast so eery a glow,
Gave the lustre of trophies to the movement below.
When, what to their wondering eyes should they spy,
But a well known old coach with a gleam in his eye.
With a dour little grimace, so straight-faced and trim,
They knew in a moment it must be Old Zim.
More rapid than gunfire Zim yelled out each name,
And quicker then lightening, for good news they came.
"Now, Williams! now, Henry! I'm having you blitz!"
On Canty and Ratliff! we're adding some glitz.
To the end of the field! to the top of the wall!
Now smash away! smash away! smash away all!"
No more 'bend don't break', we are on the attack!
A day off next week to each man who can sack!
We will not contain, we will simply destroy -
Its time to start using that weapon called Roy!
The players exulted and shook off all woes
Their playbook expanded with Xs and O's.
And then, in a twinkling, they heard on the roof
The thumping and clumping of some massive hoof.
As they looked up in shock, and were turning around,
Down the hashmarks The Tuna arrived with a bound.
He was dressed all in vinyl, from his head to his foot,
Some old superstition - we know this old coot.
A bundle of plays he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a madman just opening his pack.
His eyes -- how they glittered! his manboobs they jiggled!
He looked so maniacal, everyone giggled!
"I finally trust you dumbarses to play!
So you're getting a BIG gift on this Christmas Day.
We're not gonna let that Westbrook run at will
I'm sending Burnett out as a spy for the kill.
We're not gonna send Davis out in the Zone
to let him get plucked, on an island alone.
The job goes to Tnew to take Stallworth down
You can plant him, or slap him, just push him around.
And the gleam in his eyes was as true as his words,
He sent out his troops to destroy the shocked birds
The smoke of scorch Eagles circled all like a wreath,
The grounds crew the next day found eight Philly teeth.
There on the sidelines, with fat shaking belly
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
Was jolly old Tuna, a right fetching vision
A canny old coach as he clinched a division.
He knew that just any win wasn't enough
It was time to take gloves off and show all your stuff.
And I heard him exclaim as he walked off the grass.
Happy Christmas to all, we just kicked Philly ***.
post of the decade!true_north;1241762 said:The post of the year!
if we win by 10 points on Monday, I'll be happy.LaTunaNostra;1241782 said:Thanks, Guys.
Let's face it, Bill and Zim going more on the attack is a Christmas gift we all want to unwrap.
Tho I guess they scheme Garcia as they did Vick.
Who was 'contained' but unfortunately looked like Unitas last night.
windward;1241788 said:if we win by 10 points on Monday, I'll be happy.
Hell, one point and it's all good. :beer2:LaTunaNostra;1241793 said:I'll be happy if we win by 3.
But a nice sound thumping to build some defensive momentum would be nice.
Real nice.
true_north;1241762 said:The post of the year!
LaTunaNostra;1241742 said:With apologies to Clement Clarke Moore ...
'Twas the night that was Christmas, when the Stadium rocked,
The Eagles were coming, about to get socked.
The D, it was stoked with excitement and care,
In hopes a Division Crown soon would be there.
Canty and Spears, they were looking for creds,
While visions of Garcia's head danced in their heads.
Tnew in his glory and Roy with his rap,
Were planning for Philly a long winter's nap.
When out at the Stadium there arose such a clatter,
Ferg bounced to the door to see what was the matter.
Away to the field they all flew like a flash,
With energy, glee, and a thundering crash.
The moon on the rise cast so eery a glow,
Gave the lustre of trophies to the movement below.
When, what to their wondering eyes should they spy,
But a well known old coach with a gleam in his eye.
With a dour little grimace, so straight-faced and trim,
They knew in a moment it must be Old Zim.
More rapid than gunfire Zim yelled out each name,
And quicker then lightening, for good news they came.
"Now, Williams! now, Henry! I'm having you blitz!"
On Canty and Ratliff! we're adding some glitz.
To the end of the field! to the top of the wall!
Now smash away! smash away! smash away all!"
No more 'bend don't break', we are on the attack!
A day off next week to each man who can sack!
We will not contain, we will simply destroy -
Its time to start using that weapon called Roy!
The players exulted and shook off all woes
Their playbook expanded with Xs and O's.
And then, in a twinkling, they heard on the roof
The thumping and clumping of some massive hoof.
As they looked up in shock, and were turning around,
Down the hashmarks The Tuna arrived with a bound.
He was dressed all in vinyl, from his head to his foot,
Some old superstition - we know this old coot.
A bundle of plays he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a madman just opening his pack.
His eyes -- how they glittered! his manboobs they jiggled!
He looked so maniacal, everyone giggled!
"I finally trust you dumbarses to play!
So you're getting a BIG gift on this Christmas Day.
We're not gonna let that Westbrook run at will
I'm sending Burnett out as a spy for the kill.
We're not gonna send Davis out in the Zone
to let him get plucked, on an island alone.
The job goes to Tnew to take Stallworth down
You can plant him, or slap him, just push him around.
And the gleam in his eyes was as true as his words,
He sent out his troops to destroy the shocked birds
The smoke of scorched Eagles circled all like a wreath,
The grounds crew the next day found eight Philly teeth.
There on the sidelines, with fat shaking belly
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
Was jolly old Tuna, a right fetching vision
A canny old coach as he clinched a division.
He knew that just any win wasn't enough
It was time to take gloves off and show all your stuff.
And I heard him exclaim as he walked off the grass.
Happy Christmas to all, we just kicked Philly ***.
LaTunaNostra;1241742 said:With apologies to Clement Clarke Moore ...
'Twas the night that was Christmas, when the Stadium rocked,
The Eagles were coming, about to get socked.
The D, it was stoked with excitement and care,
In hopes a Division Crown soon would be there.
Canty and Spears, they were looking for creds,
While visions of Garcia's head danced in their heads.
Tnew in his glory and Roy with his rap,
Were planning for Philly a long winter's nap.
When out at the Stadium there arose such a clatter,
Ferg bounced to the door to see what was the matter.
Away to the field they all flew like a flash,
With energy, glee, and a thundering crash.
The moon on the rise cast so eery a glow,
Gave the lustre of trophies to the movement below.
When, what to their wondering eyes should they spy,
But a well known old coach with a gleam in his eye.
With a dour little grimace, so straight-faced and trim,
They knew in a moment it must be Old Zim.
More rapid than gunfire Zim yelled out each name,
And quicker then lightening, for good news they came.
"Now, Williams! now, Henry! I'm having you blitz!"
On Canty and Ratliff! we're adding some glitz.
To the end of the field! to the top of the wall!
Now smash away! smash away! smash away all!"
No more 'bend don't break', we are on the attack!
A day off next week to each man who can sack!
We will not contain, we will simply destroy -
Its time to start using that weapon called Roy!
The players exulted and shook off all woes
Their playbook expanded with Xs and O's.
And then, in a twinkling, they heard on the roof
The thumping and clumping of some massive hoof.
As they looked up in shock, and were turning around,
Down the hashmarks The Tuna arrived with a bound.
He was dressed all in vinyl, from his head to his foot,
Some old superstition - we know this old coot.
A bundle of plays he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a madman just opening his pack.
His eyes -- how they glittered! his manboobs they jiggled!
He looked so maniacal, everyone giggled!
"I finally trust you dumbarses to play!
So you're getting a BIG gift on this Christmas Day.
We're not gonna let that Westbrook run at will
I'm sending Burnett out as a spy for the kill.
We're not gonna send Davis out in the Zone
to let him get plucked, on an island alone.
The job goes to Tnew to take Stallworth down
You can plant him, or slap him, just push him around.
And the gleam in his eyes was as true as his words,
He sent out his troops to destroy the shocked birds
The smoke of scorched Eagles circled all like a wreath,
The grounds crew the next day found eight Philly teeth.
There on the sidelines, with fat shaking belly
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
Was jolly old Tuna, a right fetching vision
A canny old coach as he clinched a division.
He knew that just any win wasn't enough
It was time to take gloves off and show all your stuff.
And I heard him exclaim as he walked off the grass.
Happy Christmas to all, we just kicked Philly ***.
Rockytop6;1241857 said:I love it. This one I want to save.