This is a re-write of s poem from twenty-four years ago, when John Elway was calling signals for Denver. It looks like Elway is stillin the game!
BRONCOMANIA IS BRONCONTAGIOUS!
The Seattle Sea Hawks are full of desire. Bronco mania is on fire. Big Apple fans will knock it. Your best bet is to catch it. We overcame Blunder after Blunder. FEAR the Sound of Rocky Mountain Thunder. The Name of this Poem is not OUTRAGEOUS Because BRONCOMANIA IS BRONCONTAGIOUS!
We held the Raiders at bay with a little planning With the strong arm of Payton Manning. We electrified the Chargers and tamed the Chiefs. The playoffs left the Patriots in disbelief. The Chargers made their charge too late. The Broncos are in Super Bowl XLVIII The Name of this Poem is not OUTRAGEOUS Because BRONCOMANIA IS BRONCONTAGIOUS!
The "Big D" is playing out of sight The offense has that Manning Boy and Plenty-of-Fight.. The odds maker don't know if we will win.. What the heck! We’ll mak’em EAT SEA CROW again. When someone tells you the Seattle is favored. Tell them the story about Goliath and David. If you don't think we are in it to win it, We gonna beat those Sea Hawks in a New York Miniute. The Name of this Poem is not OUTRAGEOUS Because BRONCOMANIA IS BRONCONTAGIOUS!
This poem commerates the highs and lows of the 1987 Denver Broncos.
*The unbelieveable two minute drive in Cleveland that defeated Bernie Kosar and Marty Schottenheimers' Browns for a spot in the Super Bowl XXI.
History repeats itself. Looks like you were and still are, big fan. I'm not a fan of football, finding out in high school that it was too violent for my taste. A week ago or so, I did catch a repeat that fizzled. The famed Ice Bowl of 1967 that I watched from the comfort of a California home with a bunch of expatriate Packer fans.
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