Superbowl Bound

This is the first in a trilogy of poems that comprise the first 2 years of big bens career as the Pittsburgh Steelers quarterback so sit back and enjoy. I was at my favorite sports bar Rooting on my favorite team They were playing hard Up on the big widescreen The quarterback is the new guy Still wet behind the ears But each veteran he's played He's sent away in tears Our running backs are awesome The best in the whole darn league But when duce can't get it done The bus drives through the other team Our wide receivers Plax and ward Know how to help us win Now when they catch the ball I crack a cheerful grin Our defense is an iron wall These guys are made of steel When they finish with the other team They think they'll lose their meal We've won our whole division We've also clinched the bye To the Superbowl they're bound It's there we'll do ore die We'd better win that game Or it'll have been a steel The only way we'll lose Is if we're deal a royal deal Then I'd be heart broken Without a bit of cheer But I wouldn't let it show I'd say we'll win next year I know that won't happen I can feel it in my bones It's the other team you'll hear Give out those fearless groans So the next time you're a rooting For your favorite team Unless it's the Pittsburgh Steelers It doesn't mean a thing