Texans At The Bat

Hat Tip: Ernest Thayer for his epic poem Casey at the bat.
Inspiration: Tarzana Joe, poet extraordinaire of the Hugh Hewitt  radio show [mostly on Friday's]

Texans At The Bat

It was a cool and crisp December 
in Houston town that night
The moon was all aglow
A very beautiful sight

Houston hearts were filled with warmth
and excitement was all abound
What we were about to witness
would be quite profound  

Our favorite team, the Texans
would finally gain respect
From NFL fans around the world
even in Quebec

ESPN was turned on 
in every Houston home
As we would witness a football show
That would be second to none

But then the game began
our eyes were in a trance
The ominous beginning 
made us look with great askance

The outlook wasn't looking good
for the Texans on that night
The Pats scored quickly thrice
before our very sight

But Houston fans never gave up hope 
as they watched the TV tubes
They knew the Texans were led
by the man affectionaely called Kubes

We had Schaub our quarterback
who could throw it like a rope
We had Andre Johnson on the receiving end
He would catch them all, no joke

We had Arian Foster our running back
who could glide swiftly through the air
And when he would cross that goal line
He would bow in thoughtful prayer

And let us not forget 
on the defensive side of the ball
We had the man called JJ Watt
He would swat them away, yes all

When the dust would settle
When all four quarters done
Houston fans had no doubt at all
That it would be our Texans who had won

Oh, somewhere in this wonderous land
kids laugh a gleeful sound
Somewhere there are faces
smiling all around

Somewhere men are resting
as there work for the day is done
They rest up for the next work's day
As they will again be on the run

And somewhere there is so much glee
you narry see a frown
But there is no joy in H-Town
The mighty Texans have gone down