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01-23-2011, 07:48 AM
by Boss Steeler Chick (http://www.facebook.com/SteelerChick) on Sunday, January 23, 2011 at 8:39am
New twist on an old tale:
'TWAS THE DAY OF THE AFC TITLE GAME
'Twas the day of the title game, when along the Heinz Field shore,
Steelers fans were praying for "just one more;"
The players were nestled all snug in the sack,
With visions of one more for their NFL Six-Pack;
Tomlin is young, but wise for his years,
The fans entered shouting without any fears;
When at the stadium there arose some strange chatter,
The Jets feared, what was the matter;
We heard "Okel Dokel," we heard "Double Yoi,"
We jumped from our seats, our hearts jumped for joy;
He stood at the fifty with a grin ear to ear,
Steelers fans everywhere started to cheer;
Then in an instant to our surprise,
This little old man had tears in his eyes;
He went to the booth and there took his chair,
While Terrible Towels waved in the air;
Then over the airwaves came his shrill voice,
The Steelers Nation began to rejoice;
He said, "I am back, but you know I can't stay,
I just had to see my Steelers play;
From my home up above, I have a great view,
But I wanted to celebrate here with you;
So bring on the Jets, we'll send them a flyin',
On the way back to New York, they will be cryin';
Ben, Hines, Troy, the Jameses and the rest,
No matter the outcome, to me you're the best;"
The airwaves went silent, the stadium still,
Was this just a dream, it seemed so real?
In our team we have faith, in our team we have hope,
But the game's not the same without Myron Cope.
Original Poem Written by:
A.K. Young, 01-23-09
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New twist on an old tale:
'TWAS THE DAY OF THE AFC TITLE GAME
'Twas the day of the title game, when along the Heinz Field shore,
Steelers fans were praying for "just one more;"
The players were nestled all snug in the sack,
With visions of one more for their NFL Six-Pack;
Tomlin is young, but wise for his years,
The fans entered shouting without any fears;
When at the stadium there arose some strange chatter,
The Jets feared, what was the matter;
We heard "Okel Dokel," we heard "Double Yoi,"
We jumped from our seats, our hearts jumped for joy;
He stood at the fifty with a grin ear to ear,
Steelers fans everywhere started to cheer;
Then in an instant to our surprise,
This little old man had tears in his eyes;
He went to the booth and there took his chair,
While Terrible Towels waved in the air;
Then over the airwaves came his shrill voice,
The Steelers Nation began to rejoice;
He said, "I am back, but you know I can't stay,
I just had to see my Steelers play;
From my home up above, I have a great view,
But I wanted to celebrate here with you;
So bring on the Jets, we'll send them a flyin',
On the way back to New York, they will be cryin';
Ben, Hines, Troy, the Jameses and the rest,
No matter the outcome, to me you're the best;"
The airwaves went silent, the stadium still,
Was this just a dream, it seemed so real?
In our team we have faith, in our team we have hope,
But the game's not the same without Myron Cope.
Original Poem Written by:
A.K. Young, 01-23-09
http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs057.snc6/168728_1836918049620_1440559617_2053390_2830853_n. jpg
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