'Twas the Night Before the Super Bowl

I prepared a little Super Bowl snack for Seattle fans out there:

‘Twas the night before the Super Bowl, somewhere near the Meadowlands,
Seahawk fans were praying for Wilson to get it to Tate or Lynch’s hands.  

12^th Men were nestled all snug in the sack,
With visions of the first NFL Six-Pack;

Skittles and Gushers were plenty and there weren’t any tears,
So I drifted off to sleep without any fears;

When at the stadium there arose some strange clatter,
Broncos fans feared, “what was the matter?”;

We heard “Beast Mode” and we heard “LOB,”
We jumped from our beds, and what did we see?

He stood at the end zone, ready for a pick,
Broncos fans looked like they were going to be sick;

Then in an instant, not to our surprise,
This Stanford grad got a glint in his eyes;

He followed his route and jumped into the air,
Watching Manning’s choice and his selective stare;

Then over the airwaves came decibels never heard before,
The ground started to rumble, and the crowd wanted more;

Two teams engaged in such a great battle,
but the 12^th man could be felt all the way from Seattle;

Through the polar vortex, the sleet and the snow,
A 13-3 record made them ready to go;

So bring on John Elway and his herd of horses;
They’ll remember the day they were defeated by the ‘Hawks’ forces.