In Celebration of the new season...

[Dr. D]

I wrote this poem last Friday night while enjoying a game.  Any perceived slights, omissions or misrepresentations are strictly unintentional.  If you’re pressed for time, skip ahead to the last two lines.  In the spirit of “Twas the Night Before Christmas”; with apologies to Clement Clarke Moore and Joshua Wilson…

 

‘Twas the 25th of August, and all through this site

Board members were fired up; it was opening night

The coaches all studied their game plans with care

In hopes a state title soon would be there

The players were all clad in blues, whites and reds

While visions of NIL deals danced in their heads

Me in my team gear, with Momma in tow

Had just settled in for the band’s pregame show

When down on the field there arose such a clatter

I put down my popcorn to see what was the matter

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear?

The head man, with eight assistants pulling up the rear

I looked at the head coach, and thought, oh my gosh

For I knew in a moment it must be St. Josh

Full of bluster and hot takes, his posters they came

And he whistled and shouted and called them by name

Now Icaza, now Dillard, now Darter and KeemD

Now Venice, now Badbird, now NoleBull and Nulli

Now post away, post away, post away all

But first a little advice, for each of y’all

Feel free to debate, but don’t personally attack others

No matter your team, we are all still “brothers”

Keep your posts on point; don’t get too messy

Get way out of line, you’ll be on the sidelines like Jesse

Maintain some ‘Perspective’; you don’t want to be labelled

Foolishly bet on your team, and your account might be ‘Disabled’

Focus on the positive, point out players who are shining

Quit your complaining, and Metros - stop whining

Take it easy on the refs; they’re doing their best

But if you don’t like it, put ‘Jambun’ to the test

No fretting over classes; there may be a lot

Just be grateful it gives more Suburbans a shot

Don’t worry about Power Rankings; they’re really not that bad

Since you’re opposed to large districts, it’s the best to be had

You can dream about transfers having to sit out a year

For now, we can be thankful the football season is here

Now there’s green grass and bright lights; get ready, let’s go

You could be stuck at home watching some boring show

And then like a receiver, he was off in a flash

But I heard him exclaim as he took off in a dash

From Key West to Pensacola, and points far and near

Good luck to your team, and to all a good year!

 

[Perspective]

Well done, sir.

[DarterBlue2]

That took some effort. Good parody of the night before Christmas. 

[Ray Icaza]

AWESOME!!

[Nulli Secundus]

Entertained and honored!  Great job!

[Jullian]

4 hours ago, Dr. D said:

I wrote this poem last Friday night while enjoying a game.  Any perceived slights, omissions or misrepresentations are strictly unintentional.  If you’re pressed for time, skip ahead to the last two lines.  In the spirit of “Twas the Night Before Christmas”; with apologies to Clement Clarke Moore and Joshua Wilson…

 

‘Twas the 25th of August, and all through this site

Board members were fired up; it was opening night

The coaches all studied their game plans with care

In hopes a state title soon would be there

The players were all clad in blues, whites and reds

While visions of NIL deals danced in their heads

Me in my team gear, with Momma in tow

Had just settled in for the band’s pregame show

When down on the field there arose such a clatter

I put down my popcorn to see what was the matter

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear?

The head man, with eight assistants pulling up the rear

I looked at the head coach, and thought, oh my gosh

For I knew in a moment it must be St. Josh

Full of bluster and hot takes, his posters they came

And he whistled and shouted and called them by name

Now Icaza, now Dillard, now Darter and KeemD

Now Venice, now Badbird, now NoleBull and Nulli

Now post away, post away, post away all

But first a little advice, for each of y’all

Feel free to debate, but don’t personally attack others

No matter your team, we are all still “brothers”

Keep your posts on point; don’t get too messy

Get way out of line, you’ll be on the sidelines like Jesse

Maintain some ‘Perspective’; you don’t want to be labelled

Foolishly bet on your team, and your account might be ‘Disabled’

Focus on the positive, point out players who are shining

Quit your complaining, and Metros - stop whining

Take it easy on the refs; they’re doing their best

But if you don’t like it, put ‘Jambun’ to the test

No fretting over classes; there may be a lot

Just be grateful it gives more Suburbans a shot

Don’t worry about Power Rankings; they’re really not that bad

Since you’re opposed to large districts, it’s the best to be had

You can dream about transfers having to sit out a year

For now, we can be thankful the football season is here

Now there’s green grass and bright lights; get ready, let’s go

You could be stuck at home watching some boring show

And then like a receiver, he was off in a flash

But I heard him exclaim as he took off in a dash

From Key West to Pensacola, and points far and near

Good luck to your team, and to all a good year!

 

Good show!!!

[VeniceIndianFan]

On 8/30/2023 at 4:28 PM, Dr. D said:

I wrote this poem last Friday night while enjoying a game.  Any perceived slights, omissions or misrepresentations are strictly unintentional.  If you’re pressed for time, skip ahead to the last two lines.  In the spirit of “Twas the Night Before Christmas”; with apologies to Clement Clarke Moore and Joshua Wilson…

 

‘Twas the 25th of August, and all through this site

Board members were fired up; it was opening night

The coaches all studied their game plans with care

In hopes a state title soon would be there

The players were all clad in blues, whites and reds

While visions of NIL deals danced in their heads

Me in my team gear, with Momma in tow

Had just settled in for the band’s pregame show

When down on the field there arose such a clatter

I put down my popcorn to see what was the matter

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear?

The head man, with eight assistants pulling up the rear

I looked at the head coach, and thought, oh my gosh

For I knew in a moment it must be St. Josh

Full of bluster and hot takes, his posters they came

And he whistled and shouted and called them by name

Now Icaza, now Dillard, now Darter and KeemD

Now Venice, now Badbird, now NoleBull and Nulli

Now post away, post away, post away all

But first a little advice, for each of y’all

Feel free to debate, but don’t personally attack others

No matter your team, we are all still “brothers”

Keep your posts on point; don’t get too messy

Get way out of line, you’ll be on the sidelines like Jesse

Maintain some ‘Perspective’; you don’t want to be labelled

Foolishly bet on your team, and your account might be ‘Disabled’

Focus on the positive, point out players who are shining

Quit your complaining, and Metros - stop whining

Take it easy on the refs; they’re doing their best

But if you don’t like it, put ‘Jambun’ to the test

No fretting over classes; there may be a lot

Just be grateful it gives more Suburbans a shot

Don’t worry about Power Rankings; they’re really not that bad

Since you’re opposed to large districts, it’s the best to be had

You can dream about transfers having to sit out a year

For now, we can be thankful the football season is here

Now there’s green grass and bright lights; get ready, let’s go

You could be stuck at home watching some boring show

And then like a receiver, he was off in a flash

But I heard him exclaim as he took off in a dash

From Key West to Pensacola, and points far and near

Good luck to your team, and to all a good year!

 

Sorry I’m seeing this so late. This is phenomenal!