Twas the night before Monday and all through Chargers Park,
All the coaches were moving not one was hardly at work.
All the jerseys were hung in the players lockers with care,
With hopes that the Lombardi Trophy would soon be theirs.
Ingram’s eyes peeled wide open while he rests in his bed,
Knowing Quarterback soup is what he’ll be fed!
Norv with his clipboard and Pagano dressed in his best,
Knew it was time to put this crap about the Bolts to rest.
When up on Philip’s roof there arose such a clatter,
Philip sprung up and grabbed for his ladder.
He climbed quickly to see if there was anything he could do,
When, “BAM!” It was the ghost of Johnny U standing there in his powder blues.
“I know last year you happened to blow,”
“What do I do Johnny?” Rivers let out with a bellow.
When all of a sudden a playbook appeared,
That part read, “Trust yourself, and your teammates, and you won’t shed a tear!”
Dean Spanos the owner all ready to cheer,
Couldn’t wait, he had nothing to fear.
Spanos knew that the Raiders didn’t know what was coming,
As he closed his eyes to picture him yelling!
“On Norv, on Pagano, on Smith! Let’s go for it all!
On Rivers, on Ingram, on Gates, on top of them all!
Now take the lead, build a lead, as Malcom is tall!”
Dean flew to his limo, his team ready to fight,
Wait Dean someone needs to tell him, IT’S ONLY SUNDAY NIGHT!
As he left I heard him yell before he was out of sight,
NO ONE IS MORE READY THEN ME FOR MONDAY NIGHT!!!!!!
CAN… NOT… WAIT! IS IT HERE YET! TIME TO BOLT UP! LET ME HEAR YOUR BOLT CRIES!