One thing I look forward is a post by DeathByJets, who writes a X-mas Eve poem each year. This year's another doozy:
http://forums.theganggreen.com/threads/rp-twas-the-night-before-christmas.16231/page-6#post-3151825
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'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through casa Woody
Not a creature was stirring, not even Charlie Casserly
Green ball caps were strewn across the floor without care,
Frustration set in, knowing Black Monday would soon be there.
The scouts were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of first round defenders danced in their heads.
And there I lay, once again feeling like a sap,
Another losing season had fallen in my lap.
When out my penthouse there arose such a humming,
I sprang from my bed to see what was coming.
Away to the window, I sprinted across the manor,
I looked out to see a toy plane with a banner.
“Fire John Idzik” is what the banner said
It's just like the billboard I yesterday read.
When, what to my tearing eyes should appear,
But my own GM looking rather austere
He turned to me and gave a little sob
And I knew right away he was here to beg for his job.
I held up a hand, but he started just the same,
His signings and draft picks, he called them by name:
"There’s Vick! There’s Johnson!
There’s Colon! There’s Goodson!
And Decker! And Geno!
And Milliner! And Breno
Up and down the roster, quite a decent haul
Oh who am I kidding? I have no clue at all!”
At that very moment he broke down to cry,
Lamenting the rookie wide receivers he let pass by.
Loaded with cap space to replenish the crew
He waited and waited til the choices were few
“Sustained success” he mutter the lie
“The draft is our lifeline” another battle cry
As he rambled and stuttered in a dull monotone
His press conference all over with the same pointless drone
He echoed Geno and his fable about Pro Bowl flashes
And he said there’s a chance we can rise from the ashes
“Just one more season is all that I ask.
If I pick my own coach, I’ll be up to the task!”
My eyes how they burned and I gave him a sneer,
I couldn’t take it any more, I’d had it up to here!
He backed up and fear had shown upon his face
He was Tom Brady and I was Calvin Pace
I charged and tackled him baring my teeth
I was on top and he underneath
He’d pushed me too far, there was fire in my belly,
My GM was so scared, his bowels turned to jelly
I screamed and I yelled, I lost all my grace,
“What is the point of all that cap space?!?!?
Why didn’t you try to give Revis a call?
Instead your top corner ended up AWOL”
He spoke not a word, but just went on cryin’
And then out of nowhere in walked Rex Ryan
He bent over and pulled me up by the scruff
and giving a nod, he said “That’s enough”
He walked to the door, but paused at the brink,
As he left he smiled and gave me a wink
But I heard him exclaim, his glee he couldn’t conceal,
"Happy Christmas to me, Rexy’s got a TV deal!"