’Twas the night before the Super Bowl, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even my spouse.

Our jerseys were hung by the TV with care,

In hopes that a good halftime show and commercials would soon air.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of touchdown dances filled their heads. And Mama with her pompons, and I with a large foam finger in my lap,

Had just closed our playbooks for a long winter’s nap.

When out in the driveway there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter. Away to the door, I ran with a bound,

I heard a ref’s whistle, and people were gathering ’round.

The lights in the house turned on like a spark and gave the luster of game day to objects in the dark. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but several of my friends and bottles full of cheer.

With a designated driver, so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment this night would be a kick.

More rapid than play clocks, my friends they all came,

Like a coach, I whistled and shouted and called them by name:

“Now Tight End! Now Tackle! Now, Guard and Center! On, Slots! On, Receivers!

On Linebackers, Safeties, and Special Team Players!

To the top of the playoffs!

To the top of them all!

Now play away! Play away! Play away all!”

As starting lineups are announced before the wild fans cry, they meet with their opponent, as hard hits start to fly. So up to the line of scrimmage the players they all flew,

Their coaches full of new plays, as well as trick ones too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard from the announcers way up in the booth, the players were all hitting and blitzing and that’s the honest truth!

As I nodded my head and was turning around, down the sidelines the receiver came with a bound.

He was dressed all in pads, from his head to his feet, and his uni was now tarnished with grass stains on his seat. There was a bundle of DB’s that had hung on his back,

And it looked like a linebacker almost made a big sack.

The Quarter Back’s passes — how they spiraled! His linemen — how they blocked! His Receivers ran like arrows, and the halftime show rocked!

The coach’s plays were drawn up like a big game of chess. The next play they would run was anybody’s guess.

The seams of the football were held tight in the QB’s hand. He threw it downfield to try and gain some more land. He threw some more passes and then ran the Trap,

There was even a fumble as I dropped wing sauce on my lap.

The Linemen were big and blocked like a wall, They were chubby and plump, right jolly old men, and I laughed when I saw them, as I sat in my den. The snap of the ball and a rush off the end, soon made me wonder which Linebacker they’ll send.

The Quarterback gave an audible signal, and went straight to his work, he looked off the safety, then turned with a jerk. He handed the ball to the running back’s care,

Giving a nod, he ran like a wild bear.

He sprang through the defense, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew to block for their missile. And I heard him exclaim as he spiked the ball with might…

“Happy Super Bowl to all, and to all a good night!”



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Michael Graham

Michael Graham

I eat pizza, watch cartoons, sports, and movies. I attend concerts (around 300 so far) and I sometimes pretend I’m a superhero.