Aikbach
Well-Known Member
- Messages
- 9,746
- Reaction score
- 42
Once upon a Christmas Evening, when my thoughts had turned to dreaming,
Over all playoff scenarios that could become tomorrow's Cowboy lore,
While soon division champs were planning, in the meeting TO was napping, suddenly there came a tapping, as if some foul bird was gently scratching, rapping at the Division Championship door, ' 'Tis only Philly,' Parcells muttered,'tapping at my film room door- Only this, and nothing more.'
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the final playoff push of December,
And each separate dying NFC member wrought its season on the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow would bring a Saint defeat to borrow a better record than the taunters that had ruined aspirations of a bye and to vanquish ghosts of that great sorrow and declare New Orleans nevermore.
The thoughts of gameplans that left me gasping, thrilled me by my simple asking of whom would cover the flats from fullbacks, this filled me with a terror I had never felt before. So now to calm the beating of my heart, Parcells reminded us of all our parts ' Tis some rival trespassing at my film room door- Some late season revival that seeks entrance at my film room door- 'tis lowly Philly and nothing more,'
Presently my soul grew stronger: hesitating of the season no longer, TO spoke aloud to the commotion rapping at the film room door, 'Sir,' spoke TO, 'or Madame if that's Garcia, truly your forgiveness I implore unless you are DeAngelo Hall: But the fact is I was napping when you came a gently tapping, tapping at our film room door, that I scarce was sure I heard you'- Romo opened up the door;- Darkness there and nothing more.
Deep into the darkness staring, long the Cowboys stared preparing to encounter unwelcome guests who dared to covet what was theirs, but the silence was broken by the locker room joker as Ferguson bellowed out the lone words spoken as he whispered 'Bledsoe?' merely this but nothing more.
Wobbling into the room with dainty style was the lone team I had found so bile and sent Grammatica to kick the beastley creature against the wall, it rolled and tumbled and began to mumble before it ceased its stumble from the kick that hurled the ghastly bird against my film room wall.
It recovered from pain and perched upon a bust of Landry upon a shelf by the film room door, it sat and sqwauked but nothing more.
Then this vile bird beguiling made unrest turn into smiling, by the defeated scowl it wore upon it's humble form.
'Though thy pride be hurt and ailing,' Parcells said ' are you not the Champions of this conference of but two year ago?'
The bird looked down upon the floor and uttered softly 'Nevermore.'
Over all playoff scenarios that could become tomorrow's Cowboy lore,
While soon division champs were planning, in the meeting TO was napping, suddenly there came a tapping, as if some foul bird was gently scratching, rapping at the Division Championship door, ' 'Tis only Philly,' Parcells muttered,'tapping at my film room door- Only this, and nothing more.'
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the final playoff push of December,
And each separate dying NFC member wrought its season on the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow would bring a Saint defeat to borrow a better record than the taunters that had ruined aspirations of a bye and to vanquish ghosts of that great sorrow and declare New Orleans nevermore.
The thoughts of gameplans that left me gasping, thrilled me by my simple asking of whom would cover the flats from fullbacks, this filled me with a terror I had never felt before. So now to calm the beating of my heart, Parcells reminded us of all our parts ' Tis some rival trespassing at my film room door- Some late season revival that seeks entrance at my film room door- 'tis lowly Philly and nothing more,'
Presently my soul grew stronger: hesitating of the season no longer, TO spoke aloud to the commotion rapping at the film room door, 'Sir,' spoke TO, 'or Madame if that's Garcia, truly your forgiveness I implore unless you are DeAngelo Hall: But the fact is I was napping when you came a gently tapping, tapping at our film room door, that I scarce was sure I heard you'- Romo opened up the door;- Darkness there and nothing more.
Deep into the darkness staring, long the Cowboys stared preparing to encounter unwelcome guests who dared to covet what was theirs, but the silence was broken by the locker room joker as Ferguson bellowed out the lone words spoken as he whispered 'Bledsoe?' merely this but nothing more.
Wobbling into the room with dainty style was the lone team I had found so bile and sent Grammatica to kick the beastley creature against the wall, it rolled and tumbled and began to mumble before it ceased its stumble from the kick that hurled the ghastly bird against my film room wall.
It recovered from pain and perched upon a bust of Landry upon a shelf by the film room door, it sat and sqwauked but nothing more.
Then this vile bird beguiling made unrest turn into smiling, by the defeated scowl it wore upon it's humble form.
'Though thy pride be hurt and ailing,' Parcells said ' are you not the Champions of this conference of but two year ago?'
The bird looked down upon the floor and uttered softly 'Nevermore.'
)
