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---------- *** ODE TO THE QUARTER SEASON *** -------------------

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- I entered this season with oh so much glee;

-- A new year, let's forget two thousand and three.

- The reasons that I had to have all this hope

-- now taunt me and curse me; I feel like a dope.

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- When in came Mularkey, from Pittsburgh no less!

-- I thought now, with Gregg gone, we'll have some success.

- The trick plays that Gregg liked and challenges failed

-- would soon be replaced by clutch decisions nailed.

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- I looked at our line now and though Ruben's left,

-- I saw there potential, great desire and heft.

- The fullbacks and tight ends that did make the team,

-- suggested to me that running was the theme.

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- I saw that we had a mature quarterback,

-- a little slow footed but able to attack.

- I said to myself, "Geez, he's just thirty-two"

-- I thought of Jim Kelly and smiled over Drew.

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- The draft went very well, at least in my eyes,

-- Although, friends, Lee Evans was quite a surprise.

- But when they took Losman, I said, "See? They're smart!"

-- Benefit of doubt they had in my heart.

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- I saw two great runners, two guns to be fired.

-- "Run them to death," I said, "'til time has expired!"

- Eric Moulds is still here, and he's the best in the game.

-- And surely Josh Reed will step up and find fame..."

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- But alas now the season is nigh quarter past;

-- If it weren't for Miami, our offense would be last!

- Mularkey's a bum now is what people say,

-- and this line can't get out of its own damn way!

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- We're putting up just ten points every game.

-- Best player's our punter, and that's just a shame.

- What of Lee Evans whom I pause to remember?

-- Oh, wait, that's right ... They just don't call his number.

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- The two running backs who I thought would raise hell?

-- They go at each other; that they do quite well.

- Each says trade the other, no thought of the team.

-- Like Ali and Frazier going at it they seem.

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- And Moulds is just one guy; he can't do it all.

-- And Josh Reed forgot how to catch the damn ball!

- We can't pass, we don't block, we don't ever score...

-- The bye is the reason we're not oh-and-four.

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-------------- ***PetrinoInAlbany***

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