Please humor me today for the whimsy this post is meant to be. Living in New England, I support the Celtics, the Bruins, the World Champion Boston Red Sox, the Fabulous UConn Men & Women’s Basketball teams, and of course – The New England Patriots.

It is said that New England is comprised of 5 &1/2 states – Western CT tends to follow Yankees, Giants, etc……. Today’s post is for those 5 & 1/2 New England States and the rest of Patriots Nation.

Much like those of you who support your favorite professional and college teams, there is a bit of the fanatic in all of us. Here is the famous Christmas poem ” ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas” only done the Patriot Way. (With apologies to Clement Clarke Moore, author, and of course, Santa Clause)

‘Twas The Night of the Super Bowl

‘Twas the night of the game, when all thro’ the country,

Everyone was stirring, except for the poultry;

The wings were all sought with culinary care,

In hopes that B-Dub take-out would soon be there;

With Pats Fans & Rams Fans all nestled in their chairs,

Visions of Touchdowns is all that they cared.

And Mama in her T-shirt, and I in my Hat,

We just settled in our recliners, “where’ it’s at.”

You see, this wasn’t new for us – we had been here before

We are a Patriots Nation and still wanted more!

When out from Atlanta, there arose in the light.

It was our National Anthem, sung by Gladys Knight.

I stood from my seat, my hand over my heart.

Super Bowl 53 was now about to start.

The moon on the breast of the lush field of green,

It gave the luster of excellence the league has already seen.

When what to my wondering eyes should appear,

Out of the tunnel – the Patriots were here!

With a new hoodie, his gait not so quick,

I knew in a moment it was Bill Belichick.

More rapidly out of that tunnel they came,

As the announcers shouted and called them by name:

“There’s Julian. There’s Sony. There’s Slater and Gronk

On! Hogan, White, Dont’a, on! Cordarrelle and Chung;

The O-line, so polished, and special teams, too.

There isn’t a field goal Gostowski can’t do.

From End Zone to End Zone the defense will deny

That explosive Rams offense – try, after try.

I witnessed another and another Pats score.

All I could think was More, More More!

But this would be close against a formidable foe.

Only one look at Brady and Pats Nation did know.

A scan of his eyes and his hands to his head

Soon made me realize we had nothing to dread.

He spoke many words. The audible was called.

Andrews started the play with the snap of the ball.

With terrific protection and vision to match

He laid out a bomb that Gronk made for a catch.

And giving the nod, up the field Tom did run

The players went crazy – Brady’s 6th ring was won.

Bill hugged his team, Mr. Kraft hugged his son.

It was The Patriot’s 6th Crown. The celebration had begun!

But I still heard the haters as they drove out of sight.

“End the Dynasty, please, so we call all. Have a good night.”

This seasonal variation was made by a Fan,

who loves his Patriots as much as he can.

With a plea for the haters, both jealous and sad,

at least give them credit – it’s the best Dynasty in the land

So maybe the plot may not follow as above.

But We have Bill B., the GOAT, and a team we love.

May all of your parties be pleasant, and all your emotions be right.

“Happy Super Bowl 53 to all, and all a good night.”

Happy Big Game from NETG.

Wicked Funny Truths if You Live in New England

Binbin, Miguel, & Bert

‘Twas The Night of the Super Bowl

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