i posted a version of this last year, but i thought it might be worth pulling out and dusting off since the season starts tomorrow and my level of amped-ness is approaching heights never before experienced by mere mortals. i made a few changes from last year's poem. enjoy!
‘Twas the night before kickoff and all through the “Nation,”
not a Stiller fan was stirring, due to some healthy libation.
in hopes that HD images of victory soon would be there.
while visions of hypocycloids danced in their heads.
had just settled down after a prayer to the Lord.
I could have sworn it sounded like Big Ben and the boys.
and couldn’t believe what I discovered then.
sat Tomlin and LeBeau – my wife will vouch.
at the coaches before me – wow, what a pair!
as I watched Coach LeBeau stand up and call,
come out all you linebackers, you all are so good.
and now Troy, the magnificent ,with hair long and flowing.
it’s time to let loose the steel curtain attack!”
but the entire Steelers defense, inspiring fear.
and he began to orate like a warrior poet.
No doubts remained concerning victory: all who heard, knew.
until each was there – can you imagine my fun?
He called for Scott , Kemo, Essex, Pouncey and Colon;
Knowing the final version of the O-line was yet unknown.
and the future hall-of-famer was smiling so wide.
He looked ready to win, even if not “elite.”
then the room got real quiet as they all leaned in.
By defeating the ratbirds, and chalking up a big win.
it made me proud to be a fan of the great black and gold.
when I heard the team say they’d get trophy number seven.
so I stood there just waving my terrible towel.
but I know that tomorrow they’ll be ready to play.
tomorrow they start fighting for that seventh Lombardi.
happy game day to all, and to all a good night!