Bumped. Would have been sooner had I seen this until just recently. Outstanding stuff here from Brett Cottrell; and yet another awesome example of the incredible stuff we can all publish and share collectively. Go Steelers! - Michael B. -
Once upon a Sunday dreary, Ray Lewis pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a lopsided volume of unforgotten scores,
While Ed Reed nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a smashing,
As of Polamalu crashing and smashing down his stadium door.
`'Tis my tormentor,' he muttered, `at my stadium door -
'shall the Steelers own us, evermore!'
Presently his soul grew meeker; hesitating then still meeker,
`Tomlin,' said I, `or Woodley, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But in my weak state of derision you once again won the division,
Again won the division! By beating me on my own stadium floor!
'You know we cannot beat you!' - here he opened wide the door; -
Black and Gold there, and nothing more.
Deep into Black and Gold peering, long he stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming of Ward's crack blocks that he'd felt many time before!
But Ray Lewis's will was broken, By the Black and Gold was Broken,
And the only words there spoken was the whispered name, `Hines Ward!'
This he whispered, and an echo murmured back the words, `Hines Ward!'
Merely this and nothing more.
Open here he flung the shutter, when, when without a word or stutter,
In there stepped awesome Steelers of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made the attacker; not a minute stopped the QB hacker;
But, with mien of Great Linebacker, imposing on his stadium floor -
Stood A Lambert and a Green who were nasty tough and mean.
And Ray Lewis let slip a scream, to end this scary dream
This frightly nightly dream of this team that he abhorred.
His confidence was shattered as his will was surely battered
'Can we beat you when it mattered? Answer me, I implore'
Said Lambert and Greene, 'Nevermore!'
And the Great Steelers, never flitting, still are sitting, still are sitting
On the gilded bust of Newsome just above his locker room door;
And Ray's eyes have all the seeming of the nightmare that he's dreaming,
And the Imposing Steel figures gleaming throw his shadow to the floor;
And his soul from out that shadow lies weeping on the floor!
For his Ravens are yet but Cravens
And are far from football mavens, yes are but cowering cravens
living on the Chesapeake shore!
'Can't we beat you yet this season, tell me please I've lost my reason,
a craven man without reason, and I beg you, I implore'!
Said The Steelers: Nevermore!