Twas the night before football

Twas the night before football and all through the FLOF
Only one team was unbeaten, and that was the Drow
The teams were all ranked with their facts, stats, and splits
And the gray hats were leaders, all others in the pits
 
The teams were nestled in their season-long spots
With visions of granduer for the one at the top
With Haydn in the dumpster and Chris out to lunch
Doug a two-time champion seemed more than a hunch
 
When out comes on Tuesday news of such a clatter
That all FLOF stared at the 'puter to see t'was the matter
Away to their screens they flew like a flash
To open their browsers to FLOF something dash
 
The glare of the screen causing blur of the eyes
They searched for the score tab, for numbers never lie
When, what to our blustered eyes should appear 
But Drow with a score of less than his peer
 
What happned you say to this team that was last
One who Drow never picks to win, oh aghast!
More dominant than Gray Hats the Bottle's team erupted
When the coach bellowed fierce to his players uninterrupted
 
Now Peyton, now Gronk, now Torrey and Sebastian
On Steven, on Haden, and even Steven Jackson!
To the top of the FLOF, if but for one day
Whoop them Drow and fight another day!
 
Now I spring into my car and bid you farewell
For I must end this poem and go home

written by Jason