'Twas the night before kickoff, in every fans house,
Not a fan was sleeping, just ask their spouse;
The jersey's were hung by the flat screen with care,
In hopes that their team would win the afair;
The players were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of touchdowns danced in their heads;
The wifey asleep, my computer in lap,
Forgot to set my fantasy team, oh what the crap;
On the NFL network was the injury chatter,
I sprang to my feet to see what's the matter;
I gave the volume an extra push,
What do ya know, another injury to Bush;
Lights turned off so the TV a glow,
Did i forget the beer? Damn it, oh no!;
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
Drug store commercials with sales on beer;
Friends, pizza, and wings, what a day,
Except for the times Favre gives the ball away;
As I close my eyes to fall asleep,
tears of joy, i start to weep;
Last thing I look at is the ESPN ticker,
Bad news about my team started to flicker;
What! With only ten hours to go,
My team didn't sell enough tickets, BLACK OUT, that blows!