I know it's a bit early for this poem, but I'm officially in the holiday spirit and had the time to work this up so... Happy Thanksgiving everybody - hopefully we'll have at least one good game to watch tomorrow. The best to you and yours.
'Twas the night before Christmas, and sportsline was ripe - with blogger's exitement and NFL playoff hype;
We'd posted our stories on the boards with great care, In hopes holiday trolls would stay far from there;
IGetNoRespect could not rest on his lounge, because more Bengals injuries had forced them to scrounge;
Rob Toxin knelt praying as Matt Schaub's knee swells, for he couldn't take one more week of Sage Rosenfels,
As Jokest5894 sat up in bed, and circled his choices with glee vs. the spread;
Sircheecks tiptoed lightly downstairs to approach, for a peek 'neath the tree for a brand new head coach;
momluvs in her 'terrible towel' kerchief, her man in Colts jammies to give her some grief;
Jellydonut leapt out of his bed with a "Yipe!", as he feared that perhaps someone else found his pipe;
And I with my football brain skull powder blue, had just lost more points for a comment on 'poo';
Not a blogger was stirring - not a hot thread in sight, as the sportsline community had called it a night
When on the front page there arose such a clatter, momluvs logged back in to check on the matter;
Away to the sign in, she typed like a flash - her password she entered, her keyboard she bashed.
The web on the screen shined a light on her face, like the lustre of Pittsburgh's Super Bowl Trophy case;
When, what did appear like the "nutcracker" dancers? But a thread with five pictures - and eight stupid answers;
With a funny old writer - sunglasses in tow, She knew in a moment it was Shuless Joe;
More rapid than thread trolls, his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now CLARK JUDGE - Now FEEMAN - Now PRISCO and BLACKBIRD! On HARMON - On KNOBLER - On JAMIE EISENBERG!"
"To the top of the page - to the top of the site! Now, write away - write away - write away ALL DAMN NIGHT!"
'Twas the ghost of Hunter S. Thompson, alright - and his cigarette holder was covered in ice!
A big bundle of goodies he carried inside, as the rest of us ran downstairs - eyes open wide!
The stump of his holder held tight in his teeth, as smoke encircled his Tilley hat like a wreath;
Though a black and white photo with no third dimention, he knew what to give without even a mention.
For Greek he brought spices and jars full of sauce, for Jokest a "push" - instead of a loss;
sircheeks was so happy he started to cry... five more weeks with Derek for a proper "good-bye"
Jellydonut could not hide the smile on his face, as he hid his old pipe in its own brand new case;
Rob Toxin was given a gift oh so vital... a 2009 Texans division title!
momluvs's gift was simply too good to be true, a movie and dinner with Troy Polamalu;
For Respect and BigBlu was a stocking of coal, "I'm sorry," said Joe "'twas the result of my poll."
Off the boards Joe did log as if shot by a missle, And "POOF" went his writers like Hochuli's whistle;
But I heard Joe exclaim, ere his avatar took flight,
"HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!"