‘Twas the night of the big game, when all through Denver
Not a television was off, for Baltimore was about to surrender.
The orange jerseys were worn on game day with care,
In hopes that Denver’s revenge win would soon be there.
The fans were nestled all snug on their couches,
While images showed Flacco on his back with plenty of ouches.
And Broncos in their shoulder pads, and I in my lucky shirt,
Had just told the Ravens to take their Super Bowl celebration and hit the Wild West dirt.
When out on the field, there arose such a cheer,
I sprang to my feet spilling some of my beer.
Away from the defense Wes Welker flew like a flash,
First touchdown of the year, Belichick’s run-away was worth his weight in cash.
The replay shown on the newly-built big-screen,
The playoff heartache long forgotten from last spring.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a score blown wide open and a chuckle from Elway straight to the ear.
A win in the books, to the team merely a job well done,
And away they trotted pleased that a new season has spun.
Manning exclaimed, “Nineteen more wins give or take,
Well celebrate in New York for the big one at stake.”