Twas The Night Before Christmas 2018
Dec 22, 2018 17:04:09 GMT -5
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Post by Non Alum Dave on Dec 22, 2018 17:04:09 GMT -5
Like gum on your shoe...
TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS 2018
Twas the Night Before Christmas, and out at the mall,
Our coach was not having much fun at all..
Although he was there to buy Christmas gifts,
His spirits were truly in need of a lift.
His team had so far played reasonably well,
Without many problems from what he could tell.
Yet as he eyed the cheese platters from Hickory Farms,
He thought his team needed a real lucky charm.
One that would offset any rebounding woes,
One to help conquer all challenging foes.
The shopping made him tired so he thought it best,’
To find a nice bench where he could have a short rest.
But alas, as soon as the coach took his seat,
His eyes quickly closed, and he fell into deep asleep.
Of course he did dream (like he does every year), 😊
And in his dream’s eyes but what should appear?
Well how bout a packed Hart, just filled to the gills,
With all Sader fans anticipating thrills.
It was the title game - that much he could tell,
Just hoping his kids would answer the bell.
But the Cross started slow, and they soon fell behind,
And Coach Carmody thought he was losing his mind.
Turnovers and missed shots, getting killed on the boards,
Amid a chorus of boos that struck angry chords.
The team seemed so listless, and not ready to play,
Not a way to compete on Championship Day!
Coach called a timeout, but found little to say,
Without inspiration it would be a long day.
Then suddenly Coach heard something so strange,
A real soft voice almost out of his range.
It whispered “ Coach, Coach, come over here,
I’m here to help you, so have no fear”.
Now out in the hallway he saw a familiar face,
It was Iggy, whose banishment was a total disgrace!
“Coach, I’m not supposed to be here, but I couldn’t resist,
A Patriot League championship I just cannot miss!”
Coach was stunned; could not imagine what to say,
But to the banished Iggy it was as clear as day.
Iggy said “Coach, you just need the power of me,
For your players to be the best they can be”.
With that they switched outfits, a suit for a suit.
And for power Iggy gave Coach his sword, to boot.
Soon back in the huddle, Coach’s message was clear,
“this is OUR house boys, you take it from here!”
With that he pointed the sword to the court,
And their opponent’s winning plans they would soon abort.
Jehyve was everywhere, blocking everything in sight,
Leaving the opponents all shaking in fright.
Benzan’s cuts to the hoop were as sharp as a knife,
Seemed to be having the game of his life
Grandi made his presence felt all over the gym,
With his graceful maneuvers there was no stopping him.
Caleb was sharing like a most generous soul,
And on the poor visitors it soon took its toll
Matt Faw’s out there, so itching to dance,
The guy guarding him did not have a chance.
Austin was diving all over the floor,
Dealing with him was most certainly a chore.
Niego found sweet spots all over the floor,
Scaring the visitors right down to the core.
Ziggy’s name was called, and he got in the action,
He too played solid, to his satisfaction.
Coach then got Clayton into the game
He hit a three then another, then more of the same.
Then Copeland came in, and drained a few threes,
While the runners-up to be fell to their knees.
Hargis was excited, to get his chance in this game,
After his play the fans would remember his name.
Verbeek took a turn to join in the fun,
With a rip roaring jam that left the fans stunned.
Then Yuetter, and Hart, and Lovisolo too,
Each getting a cameo before the final horn blew.
And with the game over the fans rushed the floor,
As Marcellis waved a towel yelling “more, more, more!”.
.
“The league title’s ours!” shouted Coach with a grin,
And he clanked around merrily in the armor he was in.
While up in the cheap seats just as quiet as night
In an oversized suit sat Iggy, oh yes that’s right.
Just then Coach woke up in his seat,
And there were his boys; he thought that was neat
Jehyve said “here Coach, these are for you
And handed him one bag, and a second one too.
Coach reached in one bag and cried out in joy,
It was a classic sader shirt, yes the real McCoy!
And in the other bag, what a wonderful sight
A genuine Iggy bobblehead; Coach squealed with delight.
“How did you know?” asked Coach, with a smile on his face,
“These kind of gifts are NEVER out of place”!
The boys said nothing, nothing needed to be said
They all seemed to sense good times were ahead.
With that Coach looked at his watch, and saw it was late,
They would need to leave before they locked all the gates.
So he turned to his team and said one last thing,
As mall music kept playing and carolers did sing.
“Now go home my boys, and may you sleep tight,
And Merry Christmas to all, and to all, a good night!”
Merry Christmas everyone! (and thanks 8485)
TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS 2018
Twas the Night Before Christmas, and out at the mall,
Our coach was not having much fun at all..
Although he was there to buy Christmas gifts,
His spirits were truly in need of a lift.
His team had so far played reasonably well,
Without many problems from what he could tell.
Yet as he eyed the cheese platters from Hickory Farms,
He thought his team needed a real lucky charm.
One that would offset any rebounding woes,
One to help conquer all challenging foes.
The shopping made him tired so he thought it best,’
To find a nice bench where he could have a short rest.
But alas, as soon as the coach took his seat,
His eyes quickly closed, and he fell into deep asleep.
Of course he did dream (like he does every year), 😊
And in his dream’s eyes but what should appear?
Well how bout a packed Hart, just filled to the gills,
With all Sader fans anticipating thrills.
It was the title game - that much he could tell,
Just hoping his kids would answer the bell.
But the Cross started slow, and they soon fell behind,
And Coach Carmody thought he was losing his mind.
Turnovers and missed shots, getting killed on the boards,
Amid a chorus of boos that struck angry chords.
The team seemed so listless, and not ready to play,
Not a way to compete on Championship Day!
Coach called a timeout, but found little to say,
Without inspiration it would be a long day.
Then suddenly Coach heard something so strange,
A real soft voice almost out of his range.
It whispered “ Coach, Coach, come over here,
I’m here to help you, so have no fear”.
Now out in the hallway he saw a familiar face,
It was Iggy, whose banishment was a total disgrace!
“Coach, I’m not supposed to be here, but I couldn’t resist,
A Patriot League championship I just cannot miss!”
Coach was stunned; could not imagine what to say,
But to the banished Iggy it was as clear as day.
Iggy said “Coach, you just need the power of me,
For your players to be the best they can be”.
With that they switched outfits, a suit for a suit.
And for power Iggy gave Coach his sword, to boot.
Soon back in the huddle, Coach’s message was clear,
“this is OUR house boys, you take it from here!”
With that he pointed the sword to the court,
And their opponent’s winning plans they would soon abort.
Jehyve was everywhere, blocking everything in sight,
Leaving the opponents all shaking in fright.
Benzan’s cuts to the hoop were as sharp as a knife,
Seemed to be having the game of his life
Grandi made his presence felt all over the gym,
With his graceful maneuvers there was no stopping him.
Caleb was sharing like a most generous soul,
And on the poor visitors it soon took its toll
Matt Faw’s out there, so itching to dance,
The guy guarding him did not have a chance.
Austin was diving all over the floor,
Dealing with him was most certainly a chore.
Niego found sweet spots all over the floor,
Scaring the visitors right down to the core.
Ziggy’s name was called, and he got in the action,
He too played solid, to his satisfaction.
Coach then got Clayton into the game
He hit a three then another, then more of the same.
Then Copeland came in, and drained a few threes,
While the runners-up to be fell to their knees.
Hargis was excited, to get his chance in this game,
After his play the fans would remember his name.
Verbeek took a turn to join in the fun,
With a rip roaring jam that left the fans stunned.
Then Yuetter, and Hart, and Lovisolo too,
Each getting a cameo before the final horn blew.
And with the game over the fans rushed the floor,
As Marcellis waved a towel yelling “more, more, more!”.
.
“The league title’s ours!” shouted Coach with a grin,
And he clanked around merrily in the armor he was in.
While up in the cheap seats just as quiet as night
In an oversized suit sat Iggy, oh yes that’s right.
Just then Coach woke up in his seat,
And there were his boys; he thought that was neat
Jehyve said “here Coach, these are for you
And handed him one bag, and a second one too.
Coach reached in one bag and cried out in joy,
It was a classic sader shirt, yes the real McCoy!
And in the other bag, what a wonderful sight
A genuine Iggy bobblehead; Coach squealed with delight.
“How did you know?” asked Coach, with a smile on his face,
“These kind of gifts are NEVER out of place”!
The boys said nothing, nothing needed to be said
They all seemed to sense good times were ahead.
With that Coach looked at his watch, and saw it was late,
They would need to leave before they locked all the gates.
So he turned to his team and said one last thing,
As mall music kept playing and carolers did sing.
“Now go home my boys, and may you sleep tight,
And Merry Christmas to all, and to all, a good night!”
Merry Christmas everyone! (and thanks 8485)