Dominating both sides from Week One,
there’s a single goal and that’s February.
A tunnel full of men chasing big fame,
top accolades, and a world of adoration.
Nothing like being the big dog in the fight,
let every other opponent come for them.
Every tailgate dish you can imagine,
indulged as you watch with eyes dancing.
Cleats on fire they are blazing a trail,
breaking records a new standard is set.
Smoking a Bowl at the Halftime show,
three score game at the end of the second.
With a flame someone’s gonna get burned,
winning a Lombardi my team’s good at it.
On Super Bowl Night, there was no joy in Kansas City.
Nearly all Chiefs fans were overwhelmed with despondency.
The tight end for the team was Travis Kelce.
His face prominently displayed utter melancholy.
As the Eagles powered their way and ran up the score,
Travis looked like a little boy lost in a department store.
His teammates all appeared to be feeling the same way,
as the Eagles held up the Lombardi trophy for display.
The game played in New Orleans was over and done.
Their plane flight home could not have been a cheerful one.
Patrick Mahomes and his boys all choked
When they went up against the Eagles, they got smoked.
The winning team in the Super Bowl earns a coveted trophy.
It's named in honor of the late Vince Lombardi.
The Kansas City team was gunning for number three.
However, that scenario was just not to be.
It was all due to Jalen Hurts and his company.
Super Bowl fifty-nine is now a part of history.
The Eagles from Philadelphia won the victory.
Today I’m thankful for Vince Lombardi
whose wisdom about the game of life I shall now attempt to rhyme…
He famously said:
We never lost a game…
We just ran out of time.
No chicken-egg lore this— not a bit—
Quitters win, nor ever winners quit,
If it fails to convince,
You got to go to Vince,
Win or not in life, face no defeat.
_____________________________
Vince Lombardi, who has a whole book to his credit on the subject
Tongue-in cheek |11.05.2021|
Written By: D. Collins 1/4/19
We are here for a reason. To shoot for the gold.
Showing Katrina survivors still have a soul.
They have to play us or slay us in our backyard.
Or, gain firsthand knowledge of “Goin’ Hard”.
We host this party with one intention in mind.
To be the last man standing at the finish line.
What ever team comes here, is rolling the dice.
“I guarantee you, yeah”. Our fans “ain’t nuthin nice”.
Backing our Saints, we are coming in force.
And, we “Refugees” ain’t taking no shorts.
With Tupac conviction, the hunger is there.
Bring the Lombardi Trophy into the lion’s lair.
Our only mission is to bring respect to the “Boot”.
And, that’s exactly what a Lombardi would do.
So, play us or slay us under the Superdome.
There’s nothing we’d like better carrying home.
Perfection
Is it hard to believe, that when I see you, I see perfection?
A perfect sight would be to see #17 finally hoist up that Lombardi trophy,
The sight of you is more perfect than that.
The perfect scent is to smell ginger, garlic, and scallions sautéing over an open flame,
Your scent is more perfect than that.
The perfect sound is to hear wave after wave crash onto the shoreline,
The sound of your voice is more perfect than that.
The perfect touch is to feel the coolness of the other side of the pillow,
Your touch is more perfect than that.
Is it hard to believe, that when I see you, I see perfection?
Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Super Sunday
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: January/2015
When
thousands
of
balloons,
float
from the
ceiling -
When
the last
confetti
falls -
What then?
When
the
ROAR!
from
the crowd
goes
silent -
When
the clock
ticks away
the
game -
What then?
When
the Lombardi
trophy
is
presented,
to
the best
team
that won -
When
all
the hoopla
with
all
the hype
have
left the
building -
Another
football season
is
done -
What then?
Life’s Contests
I didn’t get picked first -
so I waited.
There is an Institute
for Bad Art in Dedham.
They didn’t get picked first.
A coach in my youth (pre PC days)
would shout at us:
“Show me a good loser
and I’ll show you a failure.”**
I was neither -
over ebullient cheerleader in winning
nor tear shedding crybaby in losing.
I am a competitor.
Life is a contest.
I pour my passion in to all that I do.
I succeed – I fail
I win – I lose
I sometimes disagree with the calls.
I don’t always get picked first.
But on those occasions when it happens
I amend Wayne Gretzky’s quote* to read:
“You lose 100% of the contests you never enter”.
John G. Lawless
12/24/2014
* “You miss 100% of the shots you never take” - Wayne Gretksy
** I think he stole this quote from then Packer’s coach Vince Lombardi
It’s been a great season with every run block pass and catch
Now its time for the best players to have their rematch
Eli looks for another ring while Brady wants four
The Pats look back to even the 2008 score
Grab you favorite snack and crack yourself a beer
Its game day for Super Bowl so get ready to cheer
Patriots or Giants who will eventually win
Who will be the world champions with the battle of the pigskin
Offense or defense what will win the debate
Will the G-mens D seal the Pats fate
Will the Patriots offense score big we shall see
Which team will hold yet another Lombardi trophy
Coughlin or Bellichek whhat coach is the best
It should be exciting to watch this ultimate football test
So put on your jerseys and hats and make your picks
Enjoy yourself and may the best team win Superbowl forty six
The first game was played in California;
LA Coliseum the arena.
Here, you may have a doubt.
The game was not sold out.
This is just some more useless trivia.
The Packers were led by Vince Lombardi.
Hank Stram brought his Chiefs from Kansas City.
In this football showdown
from this West Coast town,
the team from Green Bay won the first trophy.
"You must go fourth and one!" They all shout.
while conventional wisdom they flout
Yet Lombardi once said:
"Never waver, instead,
put the three on the board and get out."
Pigskin laying on our 40
And snow is hitting hard
The only warmth you feel
Roar from a heated crowd
This is not what we want
3rd & long, 1 point down
20 seconds left to score
The game we won't forget
C'mon go, green and gold
Give us all another Leap
We can't bear to witness
Fans in cheese hats weep
Lambeau is alive tonight
With tailgating out back
72,000 plus all fired up
Cold ones in their hands
The other team will lose
And they'll need a snack
If Lombardi could see it
Knowing just what to say
Confidence is contagious
Impossible only seems so
67 to 68 & 96 we reigned
We win another one today
(Contest entry: "In Other Words")
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