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Twas the night before Giants.................


Pete

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Ok, last year I did a "Night before Dallas" that some may remember. Well in this day and age of recycling, here it is again..............................

Giants style ;)

Twas the night before Giants, and all cross the mall

The talk was not Christmas, but Redskins football

The Giants are commin, to DC to fill

Our need for some payback, and get Eli drilled.

The fans will be huddled, with fists over head

While visions of playoffs, dance through our heads

The beer will be flowing, from bottle and tap

As we settle in front, of the TV and chat

When up on the screen there arose such a clatter,

The games about to start, and nothing else matters.

Away to the kitchen they’ll run like a flash,

To get some more popcorn, before the teams clash

They’ll pound on their chests and yell here we go

lets go pound the Giants, we owe them you know

When, what to our wondering ears should we hear,

Manning confessing he gets trashed from one beer,

With a skinny young QB, that thinks he’s so slick,

The defense will crush him it’s gonna be sick

More rapid than eagles the blitzes they’ll come,

and we will pound Eli until he is numb.

With Safties and Corners plus others blitzin

In Eli’s draws, you could find some shlitzin

So hit him so hard he fumbles the ball

Then dash away! dash away! To the endzone yall

As long passes that before, we didn’t see fly,

Brunells old arm will light up the sky,

To all the receivers the passes they flew,

to Cooley in the endzone, he’ll get at least two

And then, in a twinkling, we will see proof

Portis’s numbers will go through the roof

The offence is clicking , it’s turning around,

and don’t worry people, Gibbs is stickin around

We’ll be dressed in our gear, from our heads to our feet,

and as we see the coin tossed, we fly out of our seat;

A bundle of nerves, as the coin hits the ground

The Redskins will receive, what a wonderful sound.

Our eyes -- how they twinkle! our smiles so merry!

Those white on white uni’s, look so damn cherry!

With a quick little wave, all players in a row

The ball is kicked off, it’s time for the show;

Caughlin’s the coach and acts like a creep,

and his team just got flagged, for a hit that was cheep;

So he rants and he raves, as we stare at the screen,

Like a hyper little kid who’s getting obscene.

He’s a crazy old bird, jumping around like an elf,

And I laugh when I see him, I may pizz myself;

I look at this guy and think in my head,

at this point he’s having strong feelings of dread;

Gibbs spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

and unlike Caughlin, doesn’t act like a jerk,

And laying his finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod, to the QB he chose;

Mark sprang from the huddle, the fans scream and whistled,

And away Portis flew, just like a cruise mistle.

But I heard him exclaim, as he ran out of sight,

"HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, LETS CRUSH NEW YORK TONIGHT"

WE WANT THE GIANTS

WE WANT THE GIANTS

WE WANT THE GIANTS

WE WANT THE GIANTS

WE WANT THE GIANTS

WE WANT THE GIANTS

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