Oakland Raiders: A Rockin' Holiday Poem

Mike SommersContributor IDecember 9, 2009

T'was the night before Christmas, when all through the stadium,

Not a creature was stirring, not even McFadden.

The stockings were hung by the goal posts with care,

In hopes that our Great One, soon would be there.


The Raiders were nestled, all snug in their beds,

While visions of greatness, danced in their heads.

Miller in his jersey, Sea Bass in his cleats,

Had just settled their brains, for a long night's sleep.


When out on the field, there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed, to see what the hell was the matter.

Away to the window, I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters, and yelled, "We're gonna kick some ass!"


The moon was shining an Alameda glow,

Gave the luster of mid-day, to the Coliseum below.

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a sea of Raider faithful, and BBQ and beer!


With a strong right hand hook, so powerful and able,

I knew in a moment, it must be Coach Cable.

He beat down the Eagles, and Cincy the same,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called out their names!


"Now Fargas! Now, Murphy! Now, Lechler and Schilens!

On, Nnamdi! On, Ellis! On, Seymour start Blitzin!

To the top of the signals! To the snap of the ball!

Now dash away! Dash away! Let's kill em all!"


As tundra that before, the wildcat fly,

When they meet with a linebacker, knocked to the sky.

So into the end zone the Raiders they flew,

With the mighty Gradkowski, and Gallery too.


And then in a twinkling, I saw on the turf,

The man we call Mister, slick as the surf.

As I drew in my head, and was turning around,

Down the sideline Al Davis came with a bound.


He was dressed all in black, from his head to his foot,

And his sweat suit was polished with Super Bowl soot.

A bundle of Lombardis, he had flung on his back,

And he looked like a maverick, ready to attack.


His eyes-how they menaced! His glare downright scary!

His jaw like an anvil, not glass like the Hanson fairy!

His sharp vicious mouth, Pride and Poise well in tow

Commitment to Excellence, just ask Double 00.


He was lanky and lean, a right nasty old cuss,

And I cheered when I saw him, in spite of JRuss!

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.


He had a stone face with a shit eatin' grin,

That cracked only on game-day, with every big win!

The home field advantage, that is how he roll,

An empire of loyalty, he cherish The Black Hole!


He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And waved to the Nation, then turned with a jerk.

And raising his finger, number one in his mind,

And giving the birdie, to the other sideline!


He sprang to his limo, to his driver gave a mention,

And away Big Al flew to the Raiders Fan Convention.

But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,

"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a Silver & Black good-night!"

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays from Crazy4DaRaiders, The San Clemente Kid, and Shred at The Raiders Fan Convention


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