Holiday ode to the Steelers
With inspiration from Clement C. Moore, here is the ode.
‘Twas the week before Christmas, when all through Heinz Field,
Not a creature was stirring, after a Patriots’ steal.
The jerseys were hung in the lockers with care,
In hopes that a championship still would be theirs.
The Steelers were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of touchdowns would dance in their heads;
And one in particular, called back you see,
To give foe New England the win — could it be?
When out on field there arose such a clatter,
Ben sprang from his bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the tunnel he flew like a flash,
To charge to the field, the doubts all to dash.
With a steely cold stare, and team colors in common,
He knew in a moment it must be Coach Tomlin,
More rapid than Ravens his linemen they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
“Now, Pouncy, Now Foster, DeCastro and Hubbard
Villanueva, I need you — protect me and cover,
From the call of the play, to the snap of the ball,
Now block your way, save the day, give it your all!”
And then, in a rumble, he heard coming through,
The prancing and dancing of a running back who
Could roll through defenders, then turning around,
Pick up extra yardage before he’s brought down.
n n n
Then, dressed all in spandex, from his head to his foot,
With clothes surely grass-stained, Brown’s team now has put
A bundle of hopes, they had flung on his back,
And with injury looming, he’d pick up the slack.
n n n
AB’s eyes — how they twinkle! His smile, oh so merry!
His dance moves like Jackson, defenders, he’ll perry.
Confined to some rehab his calf still to heal,
But soon he’ll return to the playoffs with zeal.
And then in his absence, Big Ben will now turn
To some other big targets, their accolades to earn.
Rogers and Bryant to name just a few,
They’ve stepped up in games as their confidence grew.
And big Jesse James, from his PSU fame,
Is used to his quarterback calling his name.
Ben smiled as he saw all his offense prepared
For the final two weeks of the season, declared:
n n n
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
To silence the Texans, and then he would smirk.
With Cleveland to round out the season with glee,
The black and gold poised for their true destiny,
A Super finale to round out the year,
They dream of a Patriot rematch, so dear.
And we’ll hear Ben exclaim, with the playoffs in sight,
Happy holidays to all, here we go, and good night!
Kellie Goodman Shaffer can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org. Her column appears on Tuesdays.