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Athletes anxious for Christmas, too

By Jim Downey jdowney@heraldstandard.Com 3 min read
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With apologies to Clement Moore … 

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

Andrew McCutchen rested, content is his warm bed,

Although his young son fidgeted with thoughts of Christmas morn filling his head;

Andrew was pleased the Phillies saw fit,

To pay him handsomely for using his mitt;

Reds’ fans nodded off, with smiles on their faces,

After the big transaction that had Yasiel and Matt trading places;

No more doormats, they thought to themselves,

Glory be and thanks to the GMĢƵ little elves;

Matt Murray was restless, tossing and turning,

He tried to relax, but his stomach kept churning;

His list didn’t have pads, mask, glove or skates,

No, young Matt just wanted a healthy month so he could play hockey with his teammates;

Bryan Rust is on a quite the scoring run, so he asked of St. Nick,

For his recent scoring touch to hang around so he could net a hat trick;

Le’Veon, poor Le’veon, just tossed and turned,

Wondering how many bridges he had burned; 

The talented back came off as being selfish and greedy,

Not an athlete who was very needy;

His agent emailed owners, looking for millions,

But, if so willing, Le’Veon would take billions;

Steeler fans dreamed, drifting off in sleep with thoughts of Big Ben,

Vivid dreams of the QB calling out, in cadence, to his linemen;

Now, Maurkice! now, Alejandro! Now, B.J and Matt,

On, David! on, Ramon! Keep me from being hit and going splat;

Block away! block away! block away all!

So I have plenty of time to throw the ball; 

Jordy Mercer dozed off, with the knowledge he has a new uniform, 

The former Pirate signed with the Tigers, playing shortstop in Detroit to be his new norm; 

Clint Hurdle relaxed in his easy chair, peeking through sleep-filled eyes, 

Hoping to espy Santa coming down the chimney with his Christmas surprise;

Santa was dressed in Pirates’ colors, Black & Gold from head to feet,

The manager cried out, “I hope you brought a long-ball hitter, so the Reds we can beat!”

A bundle of Toys Santa had flung on his back,

And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

“Let me look Clint,” Santa said with a wry smile,

He reached into his sack and replied, “ItĢƵ the Pitch Back net you wanted as a child,” 

UCFĢƵ Josh Heupel penned his Santa letter weeks ago, 

But the football coach quickly realized the futility of doing so;

He already knew his request for a spot in the Final Four had fallen on deaf ears,

For the CFP committee ignored his plea and the teamĢƵ chance had again disappeared;

So, the winners of 21 games straight,

Apparently didn’t carry any weight; 

They weren’t invited to play in the championship game,

Despite all the support and national acclaim;

Tiger Woods’ appeal finally paid off, back to his old swagger,

Hopefully he’ll remain humble and not be a bragger;

Pittsburgh sports fan asked for a happy 2019,

And a lot of victories in their local sports scene;

The Steelers, the Penguins, and especially the Pirates team, 

Just one of the three reaching that title dream;

Santa flew off into the stars, without any fright,

Exclaiming with excitement, “Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night.”

On behalf of the ĢƵ sports staff, hope all have a Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, and safe and wonderful holiday season.

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