Twas the night before Draftmas

We are on the proverbial doorstep of one of the most anticipated times of the year - the annual NFL Draft. After several months of football hibernation, NFL fans emerge to send out their “Happy Draft Day” cards and wrap the Draft Day gifts for friends and family. Some fans may go caroling to sing about great picks and busts.

So to celebrate in the excitement, I offer you this heartwarming Draft Day poem, “Twas the night before Draftmas”. I hope you enjoy this poem and have a very merry draft day.

Twas the night before Draftmas

Twas the night before Draftmas, when all through the room

Not a worker was stirring, no janitor nor broom.

The names were all hung on the draft board with care,

In hopes that the draft day soon would be there.

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The coaches were nestled, all snug in their beds,

While visions of prospects danced in their heads.

Zampese on offense, and Guenther on D,

Had one more day to overthink the 40.

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When in the war room, there arose such a clatter,

I had sprung from the office - my big board in tatters.

Away at the big board, I flew like the wind,

Poured over the prospects, re-arranging again.

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Is the twitchy, with a motor, and sand in his pants?

Is his SPARQ score so high that I’ll take a chance?

If he’s got no red flags, and is medically clear,

Will he be the name that I want to hear?

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I’ll race to the podium - Out of my way!

Here is the player for Goodell say.

“Pick Barnett? Pick Fournette? Pick Foster or Davis?

Could Howard, Mike Williams, or John Ross now save us?

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Like opening a gift from jolly St. Nick,

A prospect for me, but who should I pick?

This one’s real strong, and this one’s real fast.

This one’s real special – unlikely to last.

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I took one last look at names, by heart I now know,

I’d sorted each one, in column and row.

I may return to the list, so I’ll leave on the light.

"Merry Draftmas to all, and to all a good draft night!"