THE RAIDERS: A POEM BY MIKE MUELLER

Once upon a midday dreary

Sunday afternoon so clearly

The Ravens seemed to be nearly

Done with beating Vegas to its core

But Minshew woke up from his napping

And Maxx was out there, Sacking, Sacking

And Carlson was racking, racking

Racking up the Raiders score

“Could it be?” I wondered “Can the Raiders get at least 24?”

“No, Just a pipe dream” I said, “Merely this and nothing more.”

The skeptic deep inside me thought

All this effort was for naught

I’ve been down this road a lot

And it always leaves me on the floor

But Vegas wouldn’t go away

They stuck around, play after play

And suddenly the dreary day

Seemed much sunnier than before

“Is there a chance?” I thought, “Is this the day we win the war?”

“Calm yourself” I whispered, “This team is too good to just ignore.”

I thought for sure this was Inception

When Spillane made the interception

And Adams toe-tapped his clutch reception

That set us up for the winning score

As their stadium filled with sorrow

And dreadful thoughts of work tomorrow

Gave the fans memories of bizarro

Nightmares from the days of yore

“Did that just happen?” I pondered, walking out the B-Dubs door

“Yes, it has!” I shouted, “The Raiders have beaten Baltimore!”