More Steelers Poetry

[Pigskin Junkie]

BILL COWHER'S NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS

 

 

Twas the night before Christmas

in a 'Burgh that I know

the stadium was empty

and the lights did not glow.

 

The uniforms hung

in the lockers with pride

with the helmets, with emblems

on only one side.

 

The players and coaches

had been gone for a while

I sent them home early

with a holiday smile.

 

So I cleared off my desk

and was ready to leave

to spend time at home

on this Christmas eve.

 

When out by the lockers

I heard a loud clatter

I ran from the office

to see what was the matter.

 

I ran down the hall

just as fast as can be

and stopped at the door

I was trying to see.

 

I heard some walking

some concern did this cause

then I gasped when I saw,

It was Santa Claus.

 

He was dressed not in red

but in gold trimmed with black

and I watched as he pulled

all the gifts from his sack.

 

Some fumbles, some picks,

and some sacks for the "D"

and a ball for Jeff Reed

that flies as straight as can be.

 

The receivers got touchdowns

a long bomb for Big Ben

and a defensive back

for the BUS to smash in.

 

Every player and coach

got a gift of some kind

but what would he leave me?

Lots of thoughts crossed my mind.

 

I watched as he carried

his bag down the hall

but he started to leave

and he left me nothing at all.

 

So with fire in my eyes

and spit on my lip

I yelled 'cross the room

"hey man whats your trip?

 

"I watched as you gave

all those gifts to my crew

but you're giving me nothing

what wrong did I do?"

 

He turned and he smiled

and he said just one thing

"When you get to Jacksonville,

you'll get your Super Bowl Ring!"

 

HERE WE GO STEELERS -- HERE WE GO.

 

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