Twas the night before the opener...

[joshh967]

Twas the night before the opener...and all through the town

Everyone was restless including tomorrows crowd.

Marvin Lewis in his office studying hard

while Willies in the weight room, benching that bar.

Everyone is hoping to forget what they hear

and Palmer is also hoping he doesn't play like last year.

To say I don't believe in them, would be a fat lie

So get up everyone and stand up and cry,

the two greatest words that shall lead the way

Look out baby cause here comes WHO DEY! :player:

[alense]

Great post!

[The Big Orange]

Great minds think alike...

T’was the night before kickoff and all through the inn

Not a Bengal was stirring not even Simmons

The pads were all set with their helmets atop

In wait of the violence which soon would be sought

The players were snoring, hanging over their beds

While visions of victory swam sweet in their heads

And Brat in his tighties and Bres in the buff

Had just done their room-check and broke into their snuff

When out in the city there arose such a clatter

Marvin sprang from his oxy tent to see what was the matter

Away to the lobby he flew like a flash

Hailed quickly a cabby and took out some cash

The smog on the skyline of the Cleveland horizon

Was draped with the smoke of a night made for funin’

When what did his eyes round a corner did see

But 10,000 Browns fans throwing beers at a Humvee

With the Humvee a-blazing and burnt to a crisp

He knew in a moment the police would be pissed

But the coppers didn’t come they were already there

Throwing beer cans themselves and cursing “The game is unfair!”

They got Carson and Rudi,

Madieu and CJ

Odell and Willie,

Tory and TJ

We got nobody much

Not a single pro-bowler

Not much of an offense

And our D’s is even sadder

As the Humvee was simmering and the crowd started to thin

Marvin returned to his cab and then back to his inn

So up to his room the elevator did fly

He went quickly to sleep not a worry or a sigh

And then in the morning he came down with a laugh

Enjoying his eggs and joking with his staff

The ride to the stadium was thick with the thought

Of the upcoming slaughter and a game so hard-fought.

We were dressed in our colors from our heads to our feet

And all-taped and all-padded and packing mean-heat

Coming out of the tunnel we ignored all the “Boo’s”

Or let it, like gasoline, our adrenaline did fuel

Our eyes-how they twinkled! Our biceps, how bulging!

Our cleats were like teeth! Our fists, for the pounding!

A grin on our lips and a snarl on our face

And a grunt and a growl to the trenches we race

The tape on our knuckles all ready to make bleed

Our thighs and our calves it is mayhem we need

We bowed in a prayer and sang the old anthem

And flipped a coin high and got ready to pound them

The kick, how it soared and the bodies did clash

And the rumble and thunder and the bones we did smash

The gnashing of teeth and the quickness of feet

And the acrobatic catching of every single TD

The score was lopsided and we blitzed and we sacked

We stole away the ball and we jawed and talked smack

And we scored again and again and again

Until pity we felt on the poor Brownie men

The last whistle did sound and we walked off with the win

How proud we all were of all of our orange men

And I heard someone yell as they left walked off of the field

“The first step of the journey on the way to Ford Field”

[Stripes]

Y'all are crazy! But you're good at it I admit!

*Applause*

[joshh967]

haha who better to be topped by then the big O himself, nice addition

[Who?]

Great minds think alike...

T’was the night before kickoff and all through the inn

Not a Bengal was stirring not even Simmons

The pads were all set with their helmets atop

In wait of the violence which soon would be sought

The players were snoring, hanging over their beds

While visions of victory swam sweet in their heads

And Brat in his tighties and Bres in the buff

Had just done their room-check and broke into their snuff

When out in the city there arose such a clatter

Marvin sprang from his oxy tent to see what was the matter

Away to the lobby he flew like a flash

Hailed quickly a cabby and took out some cash

The smog on the skyline of the Cleveland horizon

Was draped with the smoke of a night made for funin’

When what did his eyes round a corner did see

But 10,000 Browns fans throwing beers at a Humvee

With the Humvee a-blazing and burnt to a crisp

He knew in a moment the police would be pissed

But the coppers didn’t come they were already there

Throwing beer cans themselves and cursing “The game is unfair!”

They got Carson and Rudi,

Madieu and CJ

Odell and Willie,

Tory and TJ

We got nobody much

Not a single pro-bowler

Not much of an offense

And our D’s is even sadder

As the Humvee was simmering and the crowd started to thin

Marvin returned to his cab and then back to his inn

So up to his room the elevator did fly

He went quickly to sleep not a worry or a sigh

And then in the morning he came down with a laugh

Enjoying his eggs and joking with his staff

The ride to the stadium was thick with the thought

Of the upcoming slaughter and a game so hard-fought.

We were dressed in our colors from our heads to our feet

And all-taped and all-padded and packing mean-heat

Coming out of the tunnel we ignored all the “Boo’s”

Or let it, like gasoline, our adrenaline did fuel

Our eyes-how they twinkled! Our biceps, how bulging!

Our cleats were like teeth! Our fists, for the pounding!

A grin on our lips and a snarl on our face

And a grunt and a growl to the trenches we race

The tape on our knuckles all ready to make bleed

Our thighs and our calves it is mayhem we need

We bowed in a prayer and sang the old anthem

And flipped a coin high and got ready to pound them

The kick, how it soared and the bodies did clash

And the rumble and thunder and the bones we did smash

The gnashing of teeth and the quickness of feet

And the acrobatic catching of every single TD

The score was lopsided and we blitzed and we sacked

We stole away the ball and we jawed and talked smack

And we scored again and again and again

Until pity we felt on the poor Brownie men

The last whistle did sound and we walked off with the win

How proud we all were of all of our orange men

And I heard someone yell as they left walked off of the field

“The first step of the journey on the way to Ford Field”

Damn Orange, you really have no life do you? Haha, I keed I keed.

[The Big Orange]

I have a life...

I just can't seem to find it right now.