Evening, ladies and gents. I hope you’re enjoying your day after Christmas hangover. I know I am, even though like QS this was written before I would know.
Tonight we have the Motor City Bowl, featuring a couple good quarterbacks in Florida Atlantic’s Rusty Smith and Central Michigan’s Dan LeFevour, who is basically Tim Tebow, except he can throw better.
Also tonight the Bulls, my former favorite team, and the Heat, my current favorite team, will face off on ESPN. I can’t wait to watch Mario Chalmers d up Derrick Rose as well as he did in the national title game last April. If Kirk Hinrich plays that would be a good matchup as well.
After the jump, a special post-Christmas poem. I meant to do a “night before Christmas” but you’ll have to settle for one after. Merry Christmas again, everyone. Have a good Friday.
T’was The Night After Christmas
T’was the night after Christmas, and all through the house
not a thing was stirring, except Rex’s cougar’s blouse.
Clowns checkbook was placed on the windowsill with care,
in hopes that Teixeira would soon be there.
The jerks were all nestled in their beds,
while visions of Sportsgal danced in their heads.
And Hef with his handkerchief, and CRM with his cap
had just settled into bed together for a nap.
Outside the compound there arose such a clatter,
and we ran to the window to see what was the matter.
Outside the door, we ran like crazy,
except for Clown, cause he’s really lazy.
With his stocking cap on, and his xxl coat, I knew as soon as we met
that this must be Mr. Roman War Helmet.
Quicker than greyhounds we all came
as he whistled and shouted and called us by name.
On Clown, on Hef, on Gonzo on Rexy,
On Spence, on Stigs, on NickP and Mexy.
Quick to the roof, ho ho ho!
Now fly away, here we go!
Up to the top of the roof they flew,
with clothes, shoes, and toys too.
As I sat there and watched, I noticed some toys
that Roman used to entice little boys.
He looked at me and winked, and assured all would be well
it was then we looked over when we heard the yell.
We looked over, and we smiled and we waived
when we saw it was Gonzo, risen from the grave.
He came over, and gave us a gift.
That seemed to give all of us a lift.
Then we got to work helping Roman with the toys,
making sure we didn’t make too much noise.
Then we went around to all the homes
making sure to avoid the lawn gnomes.
We went inside and left all our stuff,
Golden Tee for Spence, but he can’t stay out of the rough.
Then we went to visit Tampa Bo
and got him and his girl a Baja blast to go.
After that was CRM’s place,
we got him some PBR, a whole case.
After that we walked to NickP’s hood.
Speaking of which, we got him a white robe and hood.
After that Stigs was so tired he slumped to his knees,
until we got him his presents: beer, brats and cheese.
After the toys were gone, the sleigh flew away into the fog.
And I couldn’t help notice Roman sipping on egg nog.
After we left, we said so long,
and noticed Rexy brought the Ombudswoman along.
Roman shouted, and it gave us a fright,
as we saw his sleigh fly away into the night.
And so ends our story, so ends our plight.
Merry day after Christmas to all, and to all a good night!
That was brilliant, dude.
Awesome.
nice fetch…hopefully someone shows up to read it…i dont think i count
Fetch, this was awesome. Excellent work.
Great job, fetch. I see college is really paying off.
Fetch I feel loved.
Lefevre is a solid player, but seems like a fag.
i will be reading this to my kids, and hef’s “kids”, for many years to come.
and i’ll be reposting it in a few weeks, like maybe june, when we have actual readers beyond mikey.
+26 for the “Mexy” reference
The Mexy was for CRM. It’s the only way I could think of to get it to rhyme.