Both are excellent! Thanks Sec and DBJ I'm not quite as witty as you but I thought something along the lines of a night before chrismas. Starts something like this: Twas the night of Christmas and all thru the house every creature was stirring, even my lazy spouse. The JETS ball caps were hung by the big screen with care because playoff hopes are heavy in the air. The fans are all nestled snug in their seats while Miami fans are thinking that they can't be beat. And me in my white pants, green jersey and hat had just settled down with a beer and a snack. When out on the field, there arose such a clatter I jumped from my recliner and screamed "What's the matter?" That's all I could come up with in short notice, any one want to finish it?
I'll repost my "Twas..." one from last season on X-Mas Eve. I butchered Herm pretty good in that one.
Okay... I'll give it a try. Here we go: Twas the evening of Christmas and all thru the house Every creature was stirring, even my lazy spouse. Jets ball caps were hung by the big screen with care Because playoff hopes are heavy in the air. The fans were all nestled all snug in their seats While Miami fans thought they couldn't be beat. And me in my white pants, green jersey and hat Had just settled down with a beer and a snack. When out on the airwaves, there arose such a clatter I jumped from my recliner and screamed "What's the matter?" Away to the TV I flew like a flash, Turned on the remote and I got out my stash. The moon on the breast of the TV's red glow Gave the lustre of playoffs to objects below, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a gunslinging QB, and some linemen so dear, With a passing attack he did lively and quick, I knew in a moment it can't be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his passes they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name; "Now, Mangold! Now, Fergie! Now Houston let's mix 'em! On, Leon! On Jericho! Oh man, they're a-Blitzen! To the top of the 20! To the Red Zone go all! Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!" As dry leaves before a Miami hurricane do fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky, So up to the uprights, the passes they flew, With a bag full of tricks that ole Schottenheimer drew. And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the air Fans prancing and dancing, like "devil may care." As I swung in my chair, and was turning around, It was old number 10 who was not on the ground! He was dressed all in green, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were not tarnished with ashes and soot; A bundle of plays he had tucked up his sleeve, And he looked like a QB with a real pet peeve! His eyes -- how they twinkled! His dimples how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And his haircut, whatever... it didn't matter now; The playcalls were a-coming, from out through his teeth, And the blitzes they circled his head like a wreath; He had a broad face and a little round belly, And his passes were soft, like a bowlful of jelly. He was leading and charging, a right jolly elf, And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself; A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, And with no interceptions, 'twas nothing to dread! He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And took the snap quick and then turned with a jerk, And he layed the ball inside of Houston's sure hands, It was one more great touchdown to spoil the Phins plans! Then he sprang to the tunnel, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, ?ere he ran out of sight, "Happy Christmas to Jets fans, and to all a good-night!"
OMG! Brilliant!:beer: This should post be posted on fin heaven! :lol: I think maybe the BS forum too.
It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas Everywhere you go; Take a look on the TV set, maybe you'll even bet On Monday's game, it's not much of a spread... It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas, Dolphins hardly score, But the prettiest sight you'll see are the touchdowns that will be On their own front door... on their own front door. It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas, Down in Dolphins town; Harrington goes to hell, as Jonathan rings his bell, While Taylor winds up looking like a clown... It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas, Jets will blow them out, And the thing that makes you glad is when Saban gets real mad And when Ja-son pouts... it's when Ja-son pouts.
Chadwick, The Weak-Armed QB Chadwick, the weak-armed QB Had a very weak-armed throw. And if you ever saw him, You would even say it blows. All of the other QB's Used to laugh and call him names. They never thought poor Chadwick Could win in any Dolphins game. Then one foggy Christmas Night 'Gini came to say: "Chadwick with your arm so light, Won't you guide my team tonight?" Then all the players loved him As they shouted out with glee, Chadwick the weak-armed QB, You'll go down in history!
Great job, kudos to all! I dare someone to post "Twas The Evening of Christmas" at finheaven, great stuff!
I've belonged there for at least 2 years but don't have enough postx to do it. Aw, someone wish the fish a merry x-mas! :lol:
Just how many Jets fans does Hightstown, NJ have? Just wondering. I've been through Hightstown and it took me all of about 1.7 minutes.
As of the censusGR2 of 2000, there were 5,216 people, 2,001 households, and 1,300 families residing in the borough. The population density was 1,637.3/km? (4,251.9/mi?). There were 2,081 housing units at an average density of 653.2/km? (1,696.4/mi?). The racial makeup of the borough was 76.53% White, 8.51% African American, 0.36% Native American, 2.28% Asian, 0.08% Pacific Islander, 9.64% from other races, and 2.59% from two or more races. There was also one Jets and Rush fan:up: :rofl:
