That was great,,another good job by you,,,,l take a bow and thanks for the laugh :up: Merry Xmas everyone
2013 edition. Told from John Idzik's perspective. Twas the night before Christmas, when all of my tryin’ Could not push out the coaches, not even Rex Ryan. The draft picks were made by the GM with care, Leaving the roster practically bare. The wideouts were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of incompletions danced in their heads. And Mark in his cast, and Geno in his skullcap, Had just settled in with Marty for a recap. Why are the passes thrown all a scatter? The surrounding talent was surely the matter. They watched the film and saw another 3-and-out, Then they realized the receiver ran the wrong route The season ended badly after a pretty decent start The lustre wore off and my plan still seemed smart When, what to my scheming eyes should appear, But my inherited head coach, and he was wearing a snear. He barged into my office, and I thought I was done I knew in a moment he really is Buddy’s son More rapid than eagles his curses they came, And he spit, and sputter, and called them by name! "Now Salas! now, Nelson! now, Holmes and Hill! And, Cumberland! And, Winslow! And Sudfeld and even Mill! At the top off his lungs, he continued to call! All of these players, they stink one-and-all!" “I’ve been a good soldier and gave it a try, But with these guys, even Lombardi couldn’t scrape by. I’m working my ass off , that much is true, But if I were a fan. I’d even boo.” And then, in a twinkling, I heard in the hall The owner Woody was about to pay me a call. As I drew in down head, and gave a big sigh, He popped in his head and said I wanted to stop by. He was dressed all in green, from his tie to his ball cap, When he smiled at Rex, I knew it was a trap. He shook the coach’s hand and slapped him on back, Then he turned to me and I prepared for an attack. His eyes-how they twinkled as he waxed poetic About Rex’s great coaching job, he was most empathetic Then he looked at me and called me an imposter “What could he do with this kind of roster!” I tried to smile and gritted my teeth, But I was angry and seething just underneath And I lied, “before you came in, I was just about to mention, I’m drawing up the paperwork to give Rex an extension.” Rex started to chuckle, like a right jolly old elf, And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself! A wink of his eye and a smile that was sweet, I realized right there, Rex must have massaged Woody’s feet. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And tore off my stockings, with a bit of a jerk. And laying his finger on the side of my toe Then rubbed them real hard like he was kneading dough He sprang to his feet, and left with a smirk, My feet felt great….maybe this could work. And I heard him exclaim, with a scream that hurt my ear, "Happy Christmas to all, Rexy’s back again next year!"
Well done, sir! My favorite part: “I’ve been a good soldier and gave it a try, But with these guys, even Lombardi couldn’t scrap by. I’m working my ass off , that much is true, But if I were a fan. I’d even boo.” hahaha!
Merry Christmas! Buon Natale! Joyeus Noel! Fröhliche Weihnachten! Glad Jul! Feliz Navidad! Seasons Greetings! Happy Holidays! Happy New Year! We may not all agree on how to get what we want (the Jets winning a SB), but we all want the same thing (a kick ass Jets team). I wish all my Jets brothers and sisters a safe, peaceful and blessed holiday season and a Lombardi Trophy in 2015!
These days, I do more lurking than posting, but can't let a Christmas Eve go by without firing one of these off. Cheers.
