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Twas the Night Before the Season

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Here is the half asleep ramblings of a madman, enjoy or flame away. Good nite and Go Bills!!!

 

Twas the night before Sanchez got hit down low,

Not a creature was stirring, not even Tebow.

The banners were hung high on the stadium with care

In hopes that St. Mario will soon be there

The Bills faithful were nestled all snug in the beds

With visions of offensive touchdowns danced in their heads.

And Chan in his 'kerchief, and Buddy in his cap,

Had just settle their brains from an offeseason's nap

When in the Meadowlands is a such clatter,

Littered on the ground with Ryan's brain matter.

Away to the TV I flew like a flash,

Zoom and slo-mo to replay the crash

Tebow and Sanchez no where to go,

The Jets offense a one pony show

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a defensive line, angry without fear

With a little old coach, so lively and quick

I knew in a moment it must not be Dick

More rapid than the Eagles his defenders came

And he whistled, and shouted, and call'd them by name;

"Now! Anderson, now! Dareus now! Williams and Williams.

On! Sheppard, on! Gilmore, on! Wilson and Williams;

To the Meadowlands! to their endzone!

Keep Santonio out of the red zone!

As Stevie J dashes on the fly,

His hands meet with an obstacle from the sky!

Beating the house over top those corners blew

Maybin just sucks, Revis too

Tebow is tinkling down to his hoof

Ryan is a dog prancing for each woof

As Fitz drew in his head and was turning around,

Down the slant Dave Nelson came with a bound.

He was dressed all in Nike from head to his foot

And his clothes were not tarnished by and Jet.

A footlong pigskin was tucked in his arm,

As he danced down the feild inflicting Jets harm.

CJ's eyes- how they twinkled! with every carry,

making New Yorkers even less merry.

Greene's mouth looking like a sow,

The beard on his chin bloodier than slaughtered cow.

And I laughed when I saw this in spite of myself

Pouha, is injured again, one more time on the shelf.

The offense again attacking like a missle

Leads to the ref blowing the whistle

I hear the acclaim from end zone sights

The Bils beat the Jets on upcoming nights.

Salty Practice Squad

Salty

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Thanks, now Im going to go get some hot chocolate and rest soundly tonight. COME TOMORROW I HOPE SOME "JETS NUTS" ARE ROASTING ON THE FIRE!!! LETS GO BUFFALO!!!

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Twas the night before Billsmas, when all through the stadium,

Not a player was Tebowing, not even a Moorman.

The helmets were hung in the lockers with care,

In hopes the Jets would cross the Moats if they dare.

 

BillsMafia was nestled passed out on the floor,

While visions of losing would taunt us no more.

And Stevie on his grind in his number thirteen jersey,

Had recharged himself from a long winter's journey.

 

When out on the field arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the rockpile to see what’s the matter.

Away to the backfield Mario flew like a flash,

Tore open the O-Line and hit Sanchez with a smash.

 

The scoreboard on the horizon of the fresh midday glow,

Gave the luster of dawn to harassing Bills fans below.

When what to my wondering eyes would I now see,

But Mario again but with two friends then three.

 

With a crazy old owner not lively or quick,

And a hoss of a GM none other than Buddy Nix.

More rapid than Spiller his courses they came,

Chan hooted and hollar'd and called them by name.

 

Now Freddie! Now Fitzie! Now Chandler and Nelson!

On Sheppard! On Gilmore! And even Spencer Johnson!

To the edge of the corner the sideline and all,

Run to the endzone, run straight for the wall!

 

As cornerbacks before a Buffalo winter will fly,

When they meet with an obstacle with intercept you with pride.

So up to the line of scrimmage the linebackers they flew,

With a bag full of anger, yes Mario Williams too.

 

The crashing and bashing of the D-Line in the trench,

Even gave shivers to Tebow on the bench.

As I squinted my eyes and Sanchez turned around,

Down to the field Kyle and Marcell knocked him around.

 

He was dressed in ugly green from his head to his foot,

His jersey was all tarnished with the grass and the soot.

A bundle of toys Chan had up his sleeve,

He launched them at Rex Ryan with laughter and ease.

 

Fitzpatrick's eyes had now twinkled his beard still quite hairy,

Led his team with pride unlike Sanchez the ferry.

His ribs no longer broken by the Fletcher of London,

Could now throw even longer all of a sudden.

 

The end of his mouthpiece Dareus would grind in his teeth,

And the smoke from his nose encircled his head like a wreath.

He had a broad face and a bit of a belly,

That shook when he laughed, from turning New York's line to green jelly.

 

So was Eric Wood, a right jolly old elf,

But I didn't laugh when I saw him in spite of myself.

Because if any defender dared to come near Fitz's head,

They knew he'd destroy them and soon they'd be dead.

 

Jarius spoke not a word but went straight to his work,

And intercepted Mark Sanchez that New York Jets jerk.

Off to the endzone Byrd ran, and up went his hands,

And there went BillsMafia again pandemonium in the stands!

 

The Bills sprang to their feet at the sound of the crowd,

No city's fans more passionate, none other more loud.

But I heard them exclaim when Buffalo victoriously walked about,

"Happy Billsmas to all and to all... "The Bills make me wanna SHOUT!"

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