stlrtruck
01-28-2009, 07:43 AM
This was sent to me at work by another Steelers co-worker
'Twas the night before Tampa , when all through the town,
Steelers' fans were ready for the Cardinals to go down;
The flags and banners were all hung with care,
All Over Tampa, and the Steelers were there;
The players were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Super Bowl danced in their heads;
With Tomlin in charge, I had a night cap,
And settled down for one more night's nap;
When down at Tampa there arose such a clatter,
Cardinals fans wondered just what was the matter;
For at the stadium there was a great flash,
Someone had entered with no ticket, not any cash;
The moon on the breast of the grass and the sand,
Gave the luster of mid-day to the man with a towel in his hand;
When what to their wondering eyes should appear,
Who this man was, it became quite clear;
The smoke from his cigar made the air gloomy,
But they knew in a moment that it was Art Rooney;
He held the team roster, the plan of attack,
Big Ben to Hines Ward or Fast Willie in the back;
He saw in the defense a curtain of steel,
If they can't sack Warner then nobody will;
Troy will cover the field, he'll be everywhere,
I'm telling you Cardinals, you better beware;
His long locks of hair will flow in the breeze,
He'll catch Curt's passes with the greatest of ease;
Mr. Rooney walked the sideline; he paced to and fro,
He wore white and gold from his head to his toe;
A terrible towel he held oh so tight,
As he looked to the heavens on that warm Tampa night;
Then the words that he spoke left all feeling quite numb,
Lord get us Home to Pittsburgh and one for my other thumb.
'Twas the night before Tampa , when all through the town,
Steelers' fans were ready for the Cardinals to go down;
The flags and banners were all hung with care,
All Over Tampa, and the Steelers were there;
The players were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Super Bowl danced in their heads;
With Tomlin in charge, I had a night cap,
And settled down for one more night's nap;
When down at Tampa there arose such a clatter,
Cardinals fans wondered just what was the matter;
For at the stadium there was a great flash,
Someone had entered with no ticket, not any cash;
The moon on the breast of the grass and the sand,
Gave the luster of mid-day to the man with a towel in his hand;
When what to their wondering eyes should appear,
Who this man was, it became quite clear;
The smoke from his cigar made the air gloomy,
But they knew in a moment that it was Art Rooney;
He held the team roster, the plan of attack,
Big Ben to Hines Ward or Fast Willie in the back;
He saw in the defense a curtain of steel,
If they can't sack Warner then nobody will;
Troy will cover the field, he'll be everywhere,
I'm telling you Cardinals, you better beware;
His long locks of hair will flow in the breeze,
He'll catch Curt's passes with the greatest of ease;
Mr. Rooney walked the sideline; he paced to and fro,
He wore white and gold from his head to his toe;
A terrible towel he held oh so tight,
As he looked to the heavens on that warm Tampa night;
Then the words that he spoke left all feeling quite numb,
Lord get us Home to Pittsburgh and one for my other thumb.