In the offseason , it’s all been said and done.
The dream put to bed, all lost but one.
In the offseason Sundays can be more for the less,
Time to antique or catch up on being blessed.
In the offseason hindsight is keen,
Chill turns warm and The Orioles’s help the ween,
As the mind winds forward to the Ravens that will be,
The gaps in the glory of the Ravens that were now clear to see.
Folly and fantasy pass for speculation,
The draft, evolution, free agency, creation.
Guessing the next move, guessing the last a twice,
Flattering yourself that OZ needs your advice.
In the offseason fingers crossed purple stars stay outta trouble,
And that if anybody gets popped they’re near the roster bubble.
Roll is taken at voluntaries, truancy met with consternation,
By fans fronting like they’d show at work early off vacation.
Please, NFL Replay, play the game that was won,
Don’tcha dare show that Chargers debacle, hon.
Please, Kiper Mcshay promise me someone with flash,
Sweeten up my kool-aid, scratch my purple rash.
In the offseason you try to let go of the couldas that weren’t,
If Torrey woulda just found the ball and Elam didn’t get burnt.
And burnt.
And burnt.
Never learnt.
Got turnt.
And reburnt.
In the offseason there’s no blasphemy of wishing Saturday over,
Sunday morning is easy and Sunday sundown shows up sober.
It’s a time when wardrobe is left to its druthers,
No longer limited to purple, availed of other colors.
In the offseason Ozzie’s Santa and DeCosta brings favors to the party.
Slap a purple bow on Demaryus, give the Cards a 4th for Cromartie.
Let Trestman geek out on the mad science of Randall Cobb,
Draft Dean Pees the corners to pay Paul without Peter getting robbed.
Everybody admit the diminishing worth of the back was just a myth,
Duke Johnson or Tevin Coleman would make a nice 2nd round gift.
In the offseason, however much we’ll know, Ozzie will more,
And we’ll go “huh” when he picks a Lardarius Webb or a Crocket Gillmore.
Unknowns and ambiguers
Will become contributors and deliverers.
But, the draft is still a ways off, free agency betwixt,
Now it’s turn your head and cough for physicals and the underwear Olympics.
The combine’s good fun, tips on who to tout,
And an armchair’s insight to the how and the who hope’s should scout.
Thank goodness there’s always a ration, thank Unitas there’s always a taste.
A fanatic’s obsession is never done, time plenty and none to waste.
Imagine something so powerful it makes one look past the summer.
For now I’ll watch that Steelers game one more time and pretend the next wasn’t such a bummer.
And before you think it silly or mad, all this weak Suessing and rhyme,
Empathize with a fellow fan’s mind’s grind in this darkness before the offseason shine.
