Chad Pennington returns as a Dolphin.....          to the dismay of Mangini, Favre & the Jets Photo by Doug Benc - Getty Images                          Photo by Otto Greule Jr. - Getty Images

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the night

New York teams played football - just one was uptight

The Giants were golden, but the Jets had a care

The Dolphins would soon kick some butt in their lair.

 

The Giants were nestled all snug in their beds

While visions of Super Bowl danced in their heads

Coughlin full of mischief, a bye in his lap

The Vikings were next, but who gave a crap?

 

Mangini aloof, his season in tatters

He only sees red when his quarterback shatters

His game plan, his processes, all just a mash

His free agents butter, but they’d get their cash.

 

His team had collapsed on the new-fallen snow

Seattle had proven his receivers slow

Then what to his wondering eyes should appear

The Fish on the schedule, good reason to fear.

 

That his fickle old driver, once lively and quick

To capture a moment would soon make him sick

His punter not Feagles, his offense so lame

He bristled to think he’d have no one to blame.

 

Not Bret Favre the Dancer !

He’d sure get his licks in

As fast if not faster

Than Domenick Hixon!

From the podium porch

With his back to the wall

He’d trash away, trash away

Trash away all!

 

Dry heaves Eric conquered, his stomach a tie

He worked on his game plan, the old college try

His charges, he knew that they’d soon need a clue

When the Dolphins arrived, and Chad Pennington too!

 

 

Oh how, in a twinkling, as if Chad needed proof

That Tanenbaum chose to remain quite aloof

Chad managed to turn a lost franchise around

No dummy, the Tuna, he knew what he'd found.

 

Dressed orange-blue-green from his head to his foot

Field leader untarnished with ashes and soot

A team full of rookies he flung on his back

Game manager sound, he’d soon get them on track!

 

His eyes--how they twinkled !  His dimples, how merry !

To leave in his wake, a wideout named Cotcherry

As he went down South, he surely would know

That team managed down in the South did not blow

Ronnie Brown was someone to kick in your teeth

And Ricky, he’d circle the field like a wreath

And if that wasn't reason to turn on the telly

He'd throw to Fasano to make you look smelly!

 

NOT chubby or plump, a right scary young elf

Not arrogant either, playing within himself

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head

Let all the Fish know they had nothing to dread!

 

Jets hopes of the finals may turn on his work

If he makes Mangini look like a jerk

Through Ronnie and Ricky his offense it flows

Sparano and Parcells, they smell like a rose!

 

How good would it play, if Chad lets go a missile

The TD to win, sweet as down on a thistle

And we hear Chad exclaim as he gets on his flight

“HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT ! "

 
Website Hit Counter  <>