not a creature was stirring, not even a Brunell.
The jerseys were hung in our lockers with care
in hopes that a victory soon would be there.
The players were nestled all snug in their beds
with visions of touchdowns and sacks dancing in their heads.
Meester in his kerchief and I in my cap
had just settled down for a good pre-game nap,
when out in the hall there arose such a clatter
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
I unlocked the deadbolt and opened the door
to a sight that my eyes had never seen before.
What to my wondering eyes should appear,
but a miniature team dressed in football gear.
The little old coach was lively and quick
I knew in a moment that it was of Saint Nick.
More rapid than eagles, the plays they came,
he whistled and shouted and cheered them by name.
The receivers caught passes, the quarterbacks threw,
the next thing I knew it was 41 - 2.
Then in a twinkling I heard the last whistle.
The team left the hallway like a runaway missile.
As I drew in my head this little game that I'd seen,
I saw walking my way the head coach of the team.
Dressed in all fur from head to foot
his clothes were still tarnished from the ashes and soot.
His eyes how they twinkled, his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry.
His beard was as white as the sand at Jax beach,
it went along well with his sparkling white teeth.
He had a broad little face and a round lineman's belly,
that shook when he laughed like a bowl full of jelly.
Chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
I smiled when he came near, in spite of myself
He leaned to me closely and whispered in my ear,
I knew there was something that he wanted me to hear.
He told me a story about Christmas Eve night
and how he gave away every present in sight.
He then smiled and said, "I have one more to give.
Live each and every day as if it's your last one to live."
I knew what he meant, for I've heard it before.
Those words hang in Alltel above one of the doors.
I shook his old hand and wished him the best,
and I climbed back in bed for my long night's rest.
I awoke in the morn and jumped out of bed
with those few profound words still lingering in my head.
This day is mine, just like I'd been told.
I will go out and play, being courageous and bold.
This being my final diary entry for the season, I wanted to give you all something a little deeper than dog wrestling. Although this poem is fun, there really is a more sincere meaning behind it. The meaning is one that I try and live my own life by "live each day like it is the last." In this Holiday season my family and I just want to also send my deepest thanks and good wishes to all of those that have supported me this season. Thank you to my "fan club" and to all of the true Jaguar fans that have been there through the thick and thin. You are the greatest fans in the NFL. Finally, I leave you all this season with words that I learned last year from Frank Ganz; "work like you do not need the money, love like you have never been hurt and dance like no one is looking."
I wish you all the happiest of holidays and a blessed New Year.