'Twas the Gameday Before Christmas

Twas the gameday before Christmas, when all through my house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

They'll hang the flag soon, with tremendous fanfare.

I'll be listening to the game. I'll wish I was there.

I with my laptop all snug in my seat,

rooting against Detroit, and checking the tweets.

Mama Blue in her wig, and I in my cap,

feeling smug about Clemons being better than Tapp.

When out of my speakers there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the seat to see what was the matter.

The fans began roaring and I jumped like a flash.

It was Lynch on the loose, with some smash and some dash!

Warren Moon was in shock at the zebra's call below

Raible on play-by-play tried not to let it show.

Bring it on back. Another flag? Oh, dear.

Yes. A little yellow flag lay at the feet of the beard.

"Holding, number 72," and then, just that quick,

My Seahawks were backed up. (Passing downs make me sick.)

More rapid than Eagles we lined up a-gain,

It was 3rd and forever. But then, Raible called his name!

"It's Doug Baldwin with the catch!" (Faked the defender out of his socks.)

"On, Golden! On, Obo!" (They made crucial down field blocks.)

"He's past midfield! At the 40!" (I hope he doesn't fall.)

Now dash away! Dash away! But, hold onto the ball.

And then, in a twinkling, on first down and goal

It was a run--Gallery was angry--as he plunged through the hole.

Gallery led the play. He pulled and he drove...

The tackle right into the ground, clearing the way for Beast Mode.

His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!

But his tats made him look like some kind of biker,

And his beard was like something from the island of Rikers.

He made up for his nearly drive-killing mistake.

He and MRob lead the way, for a mini Beast Quake.

Laying on top of a defender, he could hardly hear the squawk.

But I heard the words I was longing to hear: "TOUCHDOWN! SEAHAWKS!!"

Lynch sprang to his feet. The crowd shouted and whistled.

As he basked in their glow, they showered him with Skittles(TM).

I hope this really happens, so we can end this season right.

Happy Christmas to all!

The playoffs are in sight!!

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