Once upon a Monday dreary, the Pats’ perfection looked weak and weary,
Over many plays and curious calls our heroes fate they near met,
Fans were nervous, toes were tapping and suddenly there came much clapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping inside my TV set,
“‘Tis an upset,” I muttered, “brewing inside my TV set -
Only this, it was just a threat.”
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the windy, white December,
And as the defense McGahee dismembered the ’72 Dolphins wrought their ghost upon the field.
Eagerly I wished game’s end; - vainly I had selfishly penned
From my fantasy team’s desire I defend - defend until the seedlings were revealed -
For the rare and gifted who make the playoffs when the lucky are revealed.
Nameless here, they are concealed.
And the hits, bumps and bruises of each Ray Lewis thumping
Scared me - filled me with visions of post-game fret;
So that now, to the still beating of my heart, I stood repeating
“’Tis an upset brewing inside my TV set -
Some group of Ravens entreating on perfection inside my TV set;
That it is, only a threat.”
As the game wore on my fear grew stronger, that unbeaten New England would be no longer,
“Billick,” said I, “or Boller, truly to win the Devil you’d be in debt
But that fact is that we have the valet behind center, you know, the ravishing talent with the handsome splendor.
And so while you were thinking you were a contender, Tom Brady, a comeback he did get,
Found Gaffney in the end zone like it was no sweat.”
And there he stood; cool, calm and collected inside my TV set,
While the Ravens, well, were no longer a threat.
Over many plays and curious calls our heroes fate they near met,
Fans were nervous, toes were tapping and suddenly there came much clapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping inside my TV set,
“‘Tis an upset,” I muttered, “brewing inside my TV set -
Only this, it was just a threat.”
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the windy, white December,
And as the defense McGahee dismembered the ’72 Dolphins wrought their ghost upon the field.
Eagerly I wished game’s end; - vainly I had selfishly penned
From my fantasy team’s desire I defend - defend until the seedlings were revealed -
For the rare and gifted who make the playoffs when the lucky are revealed.
Nameless here, they are concealed.
And the hits, bumps and bruises of each Ray Lewis thumping
Scared me - filled me with visions of post-game fret;
So that now, to the still beating of my heart, I stood repeating
“’Tis an upset brewing inside my TV set -
Some group of Ravens entreating on perfection inside my TV set;
That it is, only a threat.”
As the game wore on my fear grew stronger, that unbeaten New England would be no longer,
“Billick,” said I, “or Boller, truly to win the Devil you’d be in debt
But that fact is that we have the valet behind center, you know, the ravishing talent with the handsome splendor.
And so while you were thinking you were a contender, Tom Brady, a comeback he did get,
Found Gaffney in the end zone like it was no sweat.”
And there he stood; cool, calm and collected inside my TV set,
While the Ravens, well, were no longer a threat.
