TWAS THE WEEK BEFORE CHRISTMAS (IN ULTIMATE SPORTS RAFFLE) Twas the week before Christmas, when all through the dark not a member was raffling, not even James Patrick Park. The numbers were picked by our players with care, in hopes that Michael Jordan soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of Bo Jackson danced in their heads. And Alan In his Manziel jersey, and Chris English in his Bird, had just settled on their thrones for a long winters turd. When out on the roof there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my facebook to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a Ryan heater, tore open the shutter, and bought a Derek Jeter. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow gave the lustre of PSA to the autographs below, when, what to my memorabilia addiction should appear, but a game-used sleigh and these dudes with no fear. With a bad back driver, singing Perry Como. I knew in a moment it must be ol Romo. More rapid than Eagles, his Cowboys they came, and he whistled and shouted and called them by name: Now Dez! Now Terrance! Now, Demarco and Witten! On, Church! On, Henry! On, Rolando and Mincey! To Wes Oxleys Aggie swag, To Donnie Allens Horns chapel! Now fn raffle! Fn raffle! LETS FN RAFFLE!
Posted on: Sat, 20 Dec 2014 05:07:18 +0000
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