SmashMouth

’Twas the night before kickoff, when all through the ‘Dome

Not a player was stirring, not even Anzalone.

The championship banners were strung in the rafters with care,

In the hopes another soon would hang there.



Who Dats at home checked the roster and team ranking

On their own defense they’d soon be banking.

Sean Payton settled in, his visor on tight,

For he wouldn’t yet move it, not once in the night.

When all at once, there arose quite a stir,

and Payton, he leapt, ran in a blur.

The coach, he soon found himself a window,

And looked out to see just what came below.

Behold! Look, yonder!

A team full of Saints, there do they wander!

But Payton, confused, he looked quite befuddled.

His team, they should be home! His plans, they were muddled,

For even the best, they do need their Zzz’s.

It to be fixed, so Payton looked to Drew Brees.


“What’s happened? What’s amiss?”

The quarterback, he knew and leaned in to hiss,

“You wouldn’t believe, but we got a prank call,

And it came from the Falcons — dirty birds, all.”

This had to be sorted, Payton, he knew,

And so he gathered himself just before he blew.

The black and gold, they gathered and came,

And Payton, he shouted to each one by name:

“On Alvin! On Mark! On Apple and Line!

On Taysom! On Terron! On Morstead and Klein!

“On Banjo! On Arnold! On Demario and Josh Hill!

On Watson! On Cameron, Marshon and Will!

“Get away with you all,

That was nothing -- absurd -- just a prank call!

“I’ll see you tomorrow at the stroke of the clock,

And about getting back, you can bet we will talk.

“After this insult, a response there will be,

And it’ll be better than even 28-3.

“For my sights, my boys, know they are set

On something quite grand — it’s no idle threat.

“So get ye home, for now that’s enough,

Because getting to Atlanta, it’ll be tough.

“We’re going real big, and we’ll need you hardy,

The Who Dats, they know: we go for Lombardi.”

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