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An Ode to the Chroisen One


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Alas. I knew this day would come. But it doesn't make it any easier. Our boy was just not seeing the playing field, even when those around him were failing miserably. It's hard to say good-by to the finest arab-american athlete ever to lace them up for the red and blue. That rare combination of charisma and poise may not soon pass this way again.

Good- bye Gibran. We hardly knew ye.

Damn. Now I have to think of a new name!

True devotees may now leave your own missives:

:w00t:

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Alas. I knew this day would come. But it doesn't make it any easier. Our boy was just not seeing the playing field, even when those around him were failing miserably. It's hard to say good-by to the finest arab-american athlete ever to lace them up for the red and blue. That rare combination of charisma and poise may not soon pass this way again.

Good- bye Gibran. We hardly knew ye.

Damn. Now I have to think of a new name!

True devotees may now leave your own missives:

:w00t:

 

:D

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His eyes through the face mask shine brighter than love

the ball in his hand is lighter than a dove

The blood on his jersey a call for communion

For the Chroise and for Bills fans there will be a reunion

 

O break from thy pocket and heave the rock heavenward

and let the pigskin projectile liberate us from this Leavenworth

 

In only one being might football be not poison

and that being is the one we call Chroisen

 

All Hail the Chroisen One!!! (with tears of love streaming down my cheeks)

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"And, lo, there appeared a third angel and in his hand he held a fiery helmet

and he said with a loud voice,

'Upon the field I pour out the Chroise.'

 

And mankind wept when the Chroise was spilt;

and I heard Ralph Wilson say with a voice like trembling water,

'It is done.'

 

And upon the Earth arose a new Quarterback and I asked the angel,

What does this mean?

 

"From the frozen tundra one shall arise,

and he shall be called The Broise,

and He will be given the keys of Purgatory and Suffering."

 

So shall it be.

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Alas. I knew this day would come. But it doesn't make it any easier. Our boy was just not seeing the playing field, even when those around him were failing miserably. It's hard to say good-by to the finest arab-american athlete ever to lace them up for the red and blue. That rare combination of charisma and poise may not soon pass this way again.

Good- bye Gibran. We hardly knew ye.

Damn. Now I have to think of a new name!

True devotees may now leave your own missives:

:angry:

Sad day ... yes, but one day we'll see the Chroisen one proudly wear the Yellow jacket in Canton and we will be proud.

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