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Hey guys, It's been a long long long time since I've visited this board. I used to post and read regularly, but you know how things go... Life can be really tough at times...
Just wanted to wish everyone a very merry Christmas...
I'm sure you've seen this years ago, but I changed it up to fit this 2017 season...
Cheers!...
‘Twas the night before Christmas, late in the season,
And the Steelers were feeling just fine with plenty good reason.
After eleven wins and only three losses,
It was a fact that they were the AFC North bosses.
With only two games to go - against the Texans and Browns -
They’d earn a week off if they could beat those two clowns.
Having already earned a “ticket to the dance,”
They knew in the playoffs they’d have a good chance.
But something was amiss across Steelers Nation,
They felt no joy at all, just aggravation.
“The offense is weak,” they moaned and they whined,
“They do not routinely score points of any kind.
“Haley is a fool; he causes us strife,
He can’t call a good play to save his own life.
“Ben is washed up, Artie can’t cover,
Antonio's got a bum leg; the Pats just ran us over.
With memories of 2016 still stuck in their head,
Many fans have already put this season to bed.
Counting these things rather than sheep,
I lied in bed desperately wishing for sleep.
When in through the window came a smell so strong,
I got up to take a look and see what was wrong.
When what to my nose should the soft wind bring,
But a series of perfectly formed cigar smoke rings.
I knew in a flash who it was, with relief,
The aroma assured me it must be the Chief.
Smoke rose through the night, slow as molasses,
And I could just make out the shape of black-rimmed glasses.
It was getting late, midnight it would soon be,
So I spoke into the dark, “Come on in, Mr. Rooney.”
I heard the door creak, when I saw him at last,
An imposing figure, a man of such class.
He sat down as though he were not in a hurry,
And at once he addressed all my unspoken worry.
He said, “Son, I’m the father of this black and gold world,
And I’m proud of the trophies, rings, and banners unfurled.
“Take a look around this league, and what do you see?
Has any franchise known such victory?
“Does any other team know of such things?
Can any other club celebrate six golden rings?
“Listen to me now” was his directive,
“And let me give you a little perspective.
And he puffed his cigar as he gave his reasons,
For the Steelers fans to have great hope this season.
He first talked of defense, praising DC Butler,
“No one stops the run better, from one sideline to the other.”
“We’ve got Heyward and Tuitt; a Watt brother from a great family line,
With Bud, Sean and Vince we’ll be more than just fine.
“Now Haden returns, and we have the consistent William Gay,
With Mitchell and Davis, and Burns leading the way.
He spoke of our rookies, of a fantastic draft,
Of how this new linebacker and wideout cuts opposing teams in half.
He talked of Ben’s toughness, how he plays when he’s broken,
All the while his cigar he kept smokin’.
He brought up Mike Tomlin and his stunning wit,
And added, “that man is Steel-cut, made of pure grit.
“And I know that we bother the commish who is soft,
But we are blue collar and will knock guys’ heads off.
“No, we don’t win pretty, and that’s just that,
But we’re not pretty boys like those cheaters called Pats.
“Don’t try to compare the Steelers to other teams,
That just makes you forget, so it seems.
“That we've won the division and get a week’s rest
And show the NFL why we’re still the best.
“Give thanks, Steelers Nation, for our tradition,
For perpetual winning in every condition.
“Be glad that we’re not like the Bengals or Jets,
Or the Colts or Broncos – wow what a mess!
“So pick up your towel and wave it with pride,
The great black and gold will continue this ride.
“The quest continues for ring number seven,
And then eight, nine, ten and even eleven!
“Don’t get sucked in to the negative spinning,
Be thankful that your team just keeps on winning.”
Then, taking one final puff off his cigar,
He rose to his feet then shot off like a star.
But I heard him proclaim as he rose up toward heaven,
“Stand up, Steeler Nation, for ring number seven!”
Just wanted to wish everyone a very merry Christmas...
I'm sure you've seen this years ago, but I changed it up to fit this 2017 season...
Cheers!...
‘Twas the night before Christmas, late in the season,
And the Steelers were feeling just fine with plenty good reason.
After eleven wins and only three losses,
It was a fact that they were the AFC North bosses.
With only two games to go - against the Texans and Browns -
They’d earn a week off if they could beat those two clowns.
Having already earned a “ticket to the dance,”
They knew in the playoffs they’d have a good chance.
But something was amiss across Steelers Nation,
They felt no joy at all, just aggravation.
“The offense is weak,” they moaned and they whined,
“They do not routinely score points of any kind.
“Haley is a fool; he causes us strife,
He can’t call a good play to save his own life.
“Ben is washed up, Artie can’t cover,
Antonio's got a bum leg; the Pats just ran us over.
With memories of 2016 still stuck in their head,
Many fans have already put this season to bed.
Counting these things rather than sheep,
I lied in bed desperately wishing for sleep.
When in through the window came a smell so strong,
I got up to take a look and see what was wrong.
When what to my nose should the soft wind bring,
But a series of perfectly formed cigar smoke rings.
I knew in a flash who it was, with relief,
The aroma assured me it must be the Chief.
Smoke rose through the night, slow as molasses,
And I could just make out the shape of black-rimmed glasses.
It was getting late, midnight it would soon be,
So I spoke into the dark, “Come on in, Mr. Rooney.”
I heard the door creak, when I saw him at last,
An imposing figure, a man of such class.
He sat down as though he were not in a hurry,
And at once he addressed all my unspoken worry.
He said, “Son, I’m the father of this black and gold world,
And I’m proud of the trophies, rings, and banners unfurled.
“Take a look around this league, and what do you see?
Has any franchise known such victory?
“Does any other team know of such things?
Can any other club celebrate six golden rings?
“Listen to me now” was his directive,
“And let me give you a little perspective.
And he puffed his cigar as he gave his reasons,
For the Steelers fans to have great hope this season.
He first talked of defense, praising DC Butler,
“No one stops the run better, from one sideline to the other.”
“We’ve got Heyward and Tuitt; a Watt brother from a great family line,
With Bud, Sean and Vince we’ll be more than just fine.
“Now Haden returns, and we have the consistent William Gay,
With Mitchell and Davis, and Burns leading the way.
He spoke of our rookies, of a fantastic draft,
Of how this new linebacker and wideout cuts opposing teams in half.
He talked of Ben’s toughness, how he plays when he’s broken,
All the while his cigar he kept smokin’.
He brought up Mike Tomlin and his stunning wit,
And added, “that man is Steel-cut, made of pure grit.
“And I know that we bother the commish who is soft,
But we are blue collar and will knock guys’ heads off.
“No, we don’t win pretty, and that’s just that,
But we’re not pretty boys like those cheaters called Pats.
“Don’t try to compare the Steelers to other teams,
That just makes you forget, so it seems.
“That we've won the division and get a week’s rest
And show the NFL why we’re still the best.
“Give thanks, Steelers Nation, for our tradition,
For perpetual winning in every condition.
“Be glad that we’re not like the Bengals or Jets,
Or the Colts or Broncos – wow what a mess!
“So pick up your towel and wave it with pride,
The great black and gold will continue this ride.
“The quest continues for ring number seven,
And then eight, nine, ten and even eleven!
“Don’t get sucked in to the negative spinning,
Be thankful that your team just keeps on winning.”
Then, taking one final puff off his cigar,
He rose to his feet then shot off like a star.
But I heard him proclaim as he rose up toward heaven,
“Stand up, Steeler Nation, for ring number seven!”
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