Drew Brees sure can throw 'em. So, in his honor, here's a poem!

pakowitz · 01-01-2010, 01:31 PM

By Rick Reilly
ESPN The Magazine

In New Orleans town
The fans hit their knees,
Thanking good heaven
For a Saint named Brees.

Dozens of QBs
All tried and all failed
To do what dear Drew
Has nearly nailed:

Take the Suff'rin Saints
Out of their black hole
And drop them into
A real Super Bowl.

Misfits, scatter arms,
Collections of bums --
Only good for selling
Wheelbarrows of Tums.

For 42 years
They whiffed at a ring.
Try to name them all?
Sure, but this might sting:

One owned a Heisman.
His name was Wuerffel.
But once he turned pro,
He was just err-ful.

One called Aaron Brooks
Perfected the miss;
One was named Everett
(Please, don't call him Chris).

Three Bobbys, two Todds,
Three Billys, one Jake,
Two Tommys, one Tim,
A Guido, a Snake.

Nino Ninowski
Made the O a no;
Baton Rouge fans were
Glad to see him geaux.

A Rebel named Archie,
Victim of fate's whim.
His two sons made it --
Sadly, never him.

They came and they went:
Wilsons -- Dave and Wade --
A guy named Cipa,
A stiff named Fourcade.

Hobert, Tolliver
(Both were Billy Joes),
Guys who got the rock
Then stood there and froze.

Cuozzo and Bob Scott
Were better off sat;
Nussmeier and Blake
Made you say, "Who dat?"

One, Bobby Douglass,
Was so not money
(But he did marry
A Playboy bunny).

There was Edd Hargett,
Yes, spelled with two D's.
That's grading too high;
He wore lead booties.

Five of them made it
To Bowls with others:
Stabler and Collins
(A pox on their mothers).

Nice guy Gary Wood,
Stand-up dude Mike Buck.
Wood? Not very good.
Buck? Fond of the duck.

Jake's a good Panther
(Last name of Delhomme).
He stunk as a Saint.
Guess they didn't know'm.

Bobby "Eh-bear"
Wasn't all that great.
The pass rush would come,
And he'd hibernate.

One guy, Karl Sweetan,
Taught Plimpton to play.
Flick called Paper Lion
(We'd take George, all day).

The U sent to town
Fella named Walsh, Steve.
By the third quarter
You'd get up and leave.

The Aints had more busts
Than Walgreens has meds.
Small wonder fans watched
With bags on their heads.

But now good times roll
To all Cajuns' glee
(God forbid Drew Brees
Takes free agency).

This column appears in the January 11 issue of ESPN The Magazine.

ESPN The Magazine - Rick Reilly: For the Holidays, a poem about Drew Brees and previous Saints quarterbacks - ESPN

01-01-2010, 01:31 PM	#1
pakowitz The Dark Overlord Join Date: Oct 2002 Location: dirty south Posts: 3,450	Drew Brees sure can throw 'em. So, in his honor, here's a poem! By Rick Reilly ESPN The Magazine In New Orleans town The fans hit their knees, Thanking good heaven For a Saint named Brees. Dozens of QBs All tried and all failed To do what dear Drew Has nearly nailed: Take the Suff'rin Saints Out of their black hole And drop them into A real Super Bowl. Misfits, scatter arms, Collections of bums -- Only good for selling Wheelbarrows of Tums. For 42 years They whiffed at a ring. Try to name them all? Sure, but this might sting: One owned a Heisman. His name was Wuerffel. But once he turned pro, He was just err-ful. One called Aaron Brooks Perfected the miss; One was named Everett (Please, don't call him Chris). Three Bobbys, two Todds, Three Billys, one Jake, Two Tommys, one Tim, A Guido, a Snake. Nino Ninowski Made the O a no; Baton Rouge fans were Glad to see him geaux. A Rebel named Archie, Victim of fate's whim. His two sons made it -- Sadly, never him. They came and they went: Wilsons -- Dave and Wade -- A guy named Cipa, A stiff named Fourcade. Hobert, Tolliver (Both were Billy Joes), Guys who got the rock Then stood there and froze. Cuozzo and Bob Scott Were better off sat; Nussmeier and Blake Made you say, "Who dat?" One, Bobby Douglass, Was so not money (But he did marry A Playboy bunny). There was Edd Hargett, Yes, spelled with two D's. That's grading too high; He wore lead booties. Five of them made it To Bowls with others: Stabler and Collins (A pox on their mothers). Nice guy Gary Wood, Stand-up dude Mike Buck. Wood? Not very good. Buck? Fond of the duck. Jake's a good Panther (Last name of Delhomme). He stunk as a Saint. Guess they didn't know'm. Bobby "Eh-bear" Wasn't all that great. The pass rush would come, And he'd hibernate. One guy, Karl Sweetan, Taught Plimpton to play. Flick called Paper Lion (We'd take George, all day). The U sent to town Fella named Walsh, Steve. By the third quarter You'd get up and leave. The Aints had more busts Than Walgreens has meds. Small wonder fans watched With bags on their heads. But now good times roll To all Cajuns' glee (God forbid Drew Brees Takes free agency). This column appears in the January 11 issue of ESPN The Magazine. ESPN The Magazine - Rick Reilly: For the Holidays, a poem about Drew Brees and previous Saints quarterbacks - ESPN Attached Thumbnails
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