pstimpel wrote: IBleedPurpleAndGold wrote: Mods, where can I apply for GI Poet Laureate? Awarded!

Yay! I have to update my forum signature then

BRAVISSIMO!

buckeye1022 wrote: Best. Post. Ever. I shall make this a sticky so it never gets lost.

I am honored! And as the new and first GI Poet Laureate, I shall make a masterpiece about the upcoming AFLC........after I'm done with my homework

Ode to the AFLC*
by IBP&G

In season 5 of the Grid-Iron game,
It’s already 3 weeks into the AFLC.
18 teams will try to immortalize they’re name,
But there are still questions to answer, you see.
Can the Badgers be the first to repeat?
Can the Bashers win Iron Bowl Number 2?
Can the Buckeye Barnes survive the heat?
Can the Wroclaw prove they aren’t a fluke?
And what of the Raiders from Bat Yam and Auckland?
What of the Mean Machine and Devil Bats from Asia?
Can they hang with the Rocks from New Zealand?
Can they defeat the Black Stars from America?
Will Guanacos prove their return from season 2?
Or will Sparta prove them wrong?
The bulldogs are returning, too,
But are The Blackest Sheep just too strong?
How about the Slumbering Skink from Australia?
How about the Eagles from South America?
The Hordes of Ghenghis Khan are here from Romania
But can they defeat the Entuzijasta from Serbia?
Only time will ever be able to tell
How this epic round robin will play out.
Which team will be able to survive Hell
And prove what the Iron Bowl is all about?

*Copying of this work without the expressed permission of IBleedPurpleAndGold is strictly prohibited

The Last Game

The rain poured down upon the field
Soaking cold and dark
The warrior rose to take the pitch
His eyes lit with a spark

The silver helmet fit into place
The fans began to cheer
Lining up to take the snap
The hero's time was near

"Hut one, Hut two" He takes the snap
drops back into place
Unaware of assignments missed
The end was in his face.

The ball went wide of Svagjer's hands
He was sure the ball was true.
Two more plays one dropped, one short
The hero's drive was through.

Next drive was spent in slim miss form
out of Young Tim Ashbaughs hands.
The hero's eyes still had their glint
He'd not let down his fans.

He sat and watched his team give up
a long pass for a score
He knew his time had come at last
he knew what was in store.

First pass drops back looks left
looks right, his aim is true but then
the ball is dropped, He shakes his head.
Could they ever catch again?

Then passes flew from left and right
it all seemed to astound
Polland, Svagjer, Ashbaugh too!
The fans yelled out TOUCHDOWN!

From here he sat to rest again
Feeling every year.
Another drive his defense folds
A frown did then appear.

Next drive he tried to touch the sky
With golden arm and ball
This Kaufmann kid is pretty good!
He just might catch them all!

Tied once again, the hero's heart
rose with jubilation
But yet again the defense yields
He stares in consternation.

"I guess" he speaks to linemen strong
"They're putting it on us"
"No fear" He says "I've done it all"
"With me we can't go wrong"

As he dropped back to scan the field
They doubled left and right
The ends were there, a pass was made
but coverage was too tight.

Here comes this kid, back on the field.
They'd scored in heaps and bunches
You could tell the stalwart fans
Almost had lost their lunches

And so it went through out the game.
He tried and tried and tried.
His arm was tired, and down 3 scores
The glint had all but died.

The final score was Forty two,
He'd only scored 14.
Reginald DeWeese, had lost his arm.
And then he lost his team.