by Chewie Mon Mar 07, 2022 6:18 pm
Flashback to Jumping Marlin's masterpiece of March 8 2021:
'Twas the night before Teamlist, when all thro' the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The draft teams were typed in the website with care,
In hopes that TLT soon would be there;
Rabbits21 was nestled all snug in his bed,
While visions of making level 1 danc'd in his head,
And Milch in his barnyard, and MTB in his cap,
Had just settled their brains for a pre TLT nap
When down on the internet there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the screen I flew like a fright,
Turned on the computer, and opened up the site
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a team list from Wacko, without favour or fear,
With a little old wisdom, so lively and quick,
MS said don’t worry, Wacko knows shit,
Yet more rapid than eagles the fanatics they came,
So he whistled, and shouted, and call'd them by name:
"Now! Welshy, now! Mulvy, now! Chewie, and Cookie
"On! FalconSloth, on! Bethany, on! MattNZ and Wolfie;
It’s just his guesswork, no truth in his call
"So dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
So back to the beds the fanatics they flew,
With the brains full of Cows - and sub guns too:
And then in a twinkling, I heard on the wind
The searching for the POD they were trying to find
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
In my dream I see Teddy with a ball on the mound:
He was kicking for goal with his trusty right foot,
But his clothes were all tarnish'd with ashes and soot;
A bundle of weight was flung on his back,
He’d come off second best against the Tigers big pack:
His eyes no longer twinkled! His kick was in vein,
Losing 40-6 to the Tigers was certainly a pain;
His 40 fantasy points was something of a blow
I’d captained the bugger, it was like wading in snow ;
Then Levi popped in, and so I clenched my teeth,
Cheeky bastard came over and gave me a wreath.
He looked at my team and laughed as he said,
you’ll need this wreath with that draft team in your head
Milf is a has been, playing for the wooden spoon;
And Brooks, he laugh'd, is little more than a cartoon;
Then you’ve got LAM and BMM and the Peach
Come TLT 4pm, I think you’ll run out of speech
He spoke not a word, he just shook his head,
Panic is coming, your current team’ll be dead,
So get well rested, you’ll need every cell
To fix up the mess from this TLT hell
Then I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight-
Happy TLT to all, and to all a good night.