Twas the Year in Review
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Nobody shooting steroids, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that a young Favre soon would be there.
The sports fan were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Reggie Bush danced in their heads.
And mamma in her Doo Rag, and I in my wave cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a Vick,
Tore open the zipper, it’s Ron Mexico’s dick.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a burnt orange huddle, and some Longhorn Steer.
With a tall black QB, so lively and fun,
I knew in a moment it must be Vince Young.
More rapid than eagles we had other stars,
And now we remember who some of them are!
"Now Guillen! now, Armstrong! now, Brady and Duncan!
On, Manning! On, Clemens! on LeBron and Leinahrt!
To the top of our minds! to the top of our view!
all these guys we remember are year in review
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane of this year,
And we remember our soldiers and those we hold dear.
So up to the heavens we try and live without fear,
With the sleigh full of memories, and hopes for next year.
And then, in a twinkling, walking away an old champ
though other times tried, this was truly his last dance.
As the sun shined bright, and Scottish wind in our face,
Down the fairway Jack Nicklaus came elegance and grace.
He was dressed in all yellow and Golden bear hat,
the moment so perfect and there we all sat.
A bundle of clubs he had flung on his back,
As he paced the Old Course, we remember old Jack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his smile how wide!
across the Swilcan bridge with a glide!
The ghost of Tom Morris watched with a smile,
As Jack birdied 18 and finished in style.
The world of Hollywood always Is weird,
Jen broke it off with Brad & his long beard.
Tom screamed at Matt on NBC’s Today,
and after 10 years CBS said goodbye to Ray!
Here on the Wisdom we had our share of fun,
its my number 2 site behind TheHun! (www.thehun.com)
We always remember to check the Weekend Wrap,
to hear a fat man and how he’s full of crap .
We here Danny and Martin yell about the Mets,
And there’s A Great Jew who loves his dear Jets.
Keith & the King revel us with glee,
there’s Josh, Bobby, Kyle and rarely Darby!
Finally to all who enjoy my writing,
next year all your friends you should be inviting.
I mustn’t forget those who make this a great sight,
"Happy Festivus to all, and to all a good-night!"
Nobody shooting steroids, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that a young Favre soon would be there.
The sports fan were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Reggie Bush danced in their heads.
And mamma in her Doo Rag, and I in my wave cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a Vick,
Tore open the zipper, it’s Ron Mexico’s dick.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a burnt orange huddle, and some Longhorn Steer.
With a tall black QB, so lively and fun,
I knew in a moment it must be Vince Young.
More rapid than eagles we had other stars,
And now we remember who some of them are!
"Now Guillen! now, Armstrong! now, Brady and Duncan!
On, Manning! On, Clemens! on LeBron and Leinahrt!
To the top of our minds! to the top of our view!
all these guys we remember are year in review
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane of this year,
And we remember our soldiers and those we hold dear.
So up to the heavens we try and live without fear,
With the sleigh full of memories, and hopes for next year.
And then, in a twinkling, walking away an old champ
though other times tried, this was truly his last dance.
As the sun shined bright, and Scottish wind in our face,
Down the fairway Jack Nicklaus came elegance and grace.
He was dressed in all yellow and Golden bear hat,
the moment so perfect and there we all sat.
A bundle of clubs he had flung on his back,
As he paced the Old Course, we remember old Jack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his smile how wide!
across the Swilcan bridge with a glide!
The ghost of Tom Morris watched with a smile,
As Jack birdied 18 and finished in style.
The world of Hollywood always Is weird,
Jen broke it off with Brad & his long beard.
Tom screamed at Matt on NBC’s Today,
and after 10 years CBS said goodbye to Ray!
Here on the Wisdom we had our share of fun,
its my number 2 site behind TheHun! (www.thehun.com)
We always remember to check the Weekend Wrap,
to hear a fat man and how he’s full of crap .
We here Danny and Martin yell about the Mets,
And there’s A Great Jew who loves his dear Jets.
Keith & the King revel us with glee,
there’s Josh, Bobby, Kyle and rarely Darby!
Finally to all who enjoy my writing,
next year all your friends you should be inviting.
I mustn’t forget those who make this a great sight,
"Happy Festivus to all, and to all a good-night!"
6 Comments:
Ughhhhhhhhhhhhh....GAY!
I agree wit YTFG, you didn't mention me!
Slipps, that Post was gangsta!!! Can you please do a movie review of Cheaper By the Dozen 2? My love of Steve Martin and Hilary Duff draws me towards its, but my fear of ultra-sucky movies has me staying away. Help!
Merry Christmas , bro!!!!! Willie P
Nice Nice review!!!! Sorry I missed you in Philly!!! Have a good Holiday man
imperial ~
ive made it into two blogs now...outstanding! the biggest no-talent ass clowns is still not a blog, but im not mad at ya. merry christmas...we had practice xmas night from 7-1130:) yes
Brad Leinbach??? Is that THE Brad Leinbach from the Big Shot Bob stories???
He banged Bridget!!! Sweet!
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