As approached the dark night of the playoff soul
I sought a QB so I could attain my goal
Of postseason dominance, undimmed.
Finding only dregs to abound
I looked until indeed I found
Mr. Fiedler, tempting, and went with him.
As luck would have it, Fiedler crashed
injured!, with his shoulder bashed.
I thought for sure he'd kill my hopes.
But just when all seemed darkest
Sunday pm, for all to markest,
Fiedler pulled my team off of the ropes.
And thus glorious victory did I see
until Terry Glenn played like a "she"
and greatly hurt my winning cause.
Combined with that, one Eddie James
Had one of his most horrible games,
Leaving me all winter to review my flaws.
