Would love to see another one, DBJ, but GreenMachine volunteered last year for this year, remember? You're off the hook. Of course this year would be pretty easy. After all, so many words rhyme with "feet".
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all over the net, toes were wiggling and soon would be wet. The pictures were posted without even a care, in hopes some toe lickers soon would be there. The players hemmed, the players hawed: in hopes the reporter's questions could perhaps be ignored.
You know it's Christmas when DBJ bumps this thread . I hope you find the time to make a 2010 version, would be sweet, and definitely plenty of material to use.
OK guys....I threw a 2010 edition together very quickly. I'm already getting yelled at for not helping get ready for company....so I don't have time to proof-read it. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all the Jet fans (naughty and nice)! 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through The Gang Green Not a poster was typing, or venting their spleen The threads were hung in the forums with care, In hopes that Same Old Jets would not be there; The Jet Fans were restless and tossing in their beds, As visions of blown division crowns danced in their heads; Wearing my Jets PJs and a new Jets night cap, I needed to write a new poem in a snap, When suddenly upstairs there came a great clatter I thought it was Santa, but this guy was fatter. I grabbed my laptop and made like the flash, To my ears it sounded like someone kinda brash. The moon it reflected off new fallen snow It shined on the bed and revealed a naked toe, Next to the bed was a someone not too discreet, I was shocked to see he was massaging Mrs. DBJ’s feet, At first I was stunned, but when I put on my specs, I broke into a smile….it was just Unlce Rex. He was nervous at first, his teeth they did chatter But I said, don’t sweat it Rex….I know it’s a private matter "Now, Revis, now Harris, now Sanchez and Scott obviously they support me, but the media does not.” But I said to the coach, “Don’t be down in the dumps I found some pictures online of Inez Sainz wearing pumps.” He gave a belly laugh, “You’re right I shouldn’t let it linger, next time they ask me, I’ll just give them the finger.” We went to the kitchen for a fridge attack And I asked him if he wanted a Goddamn snack. He broke into a smile and gave a shake to my hand And then he shouted “F*ck the lap band!” We ate and we drank and Rex raised his glass "I still plan to kick Bill Belichick's ass" When talk turned to football, it was clear he still cares I knew where his focus was….solely on the Bears. When I questioned the recent offensive approach Rex insisted that Schotty’s a hell of a coach I pressed for an answer why the offense doesn’t astound He insisted that it all starts with the ground and pound I slyly asked him if he knew what happened in that Alosi game He chuckled and just said Westhoff told me the Pats do the same He leaned back from the table and began to pick his teeth But he was still hungry and ate the berries off our Christmas wreath; Finally he finished and started rubbing his belly, He let one rip that was incredibly smelly He was witty and bright, a right jolly guy, Told me not to worry, with a wink of his eye; “We’re going to the playoffs…you can place your bets, We’re a damn good team and not the Same Old Jets!” I offered a ride home as he went to take a p*ss He laughed and said, “I’m not Edwards….I called the car service” He shook my hand and said its nice to meet a fan I told him that Jet Nation knows he is the man He stumbled to the curb and gave a little yell, “On to Chicago….where we’re gonna give ‘em hell!”. And I knew despite the troubles, Rex still had some fight Maybe it will be a while before this Jets season says good-night!
