THE SAGA OF SUPERBOWL XXXII

The season was over, we were twelve and four.
We had fought so hard; could we do much more?
The Division Title had slipped on by.
The Chiefs had won, it made you want to cry.
The best we could muster was a Wildcard Slot,
But we would knuckle down and take a parting shot.
Would we win or lose, who could really say?
Not too many games had been won... away,
But we scalped the Chiefs in their own home town.
Poor Marty will never be able to live it down.
We went on to Pittsburgh. It was do or die.
And after winning there, we walked a mile high.
We were now the Champs in the AFC,
And in San Diego, we soon would be.
The road to get there had been mighty tough,
But our boy John said: "That's not quite enough.
Before I quit, I want just one more thing:
To conquer the Pack and get that Superbowl Ring".
For fifteen years he had thrown that ball.
Would this be the year he would stand so tall?
No one deserved this honor any more than he,
And the State of Colorado did, with this, agree.
But the point spread was big, the Bay was picked by most.
"There's no doubt we'll win", the Pack did loudly boast.
We were shown no respect, but we would play as a team.
We would earn that respect; we would follow our dream.
The stage had been set, two champions primed to play.
Which one would make history on that fateful day?
The battle was fierce, all were put to the test.
We sweated and strained, every man did his best.
Elway stood at the helm, bravely calling the play.
It would take skill and teamwork to save the day.
Straight to the arms of our receivers he threw,
And Davis found holes where there were none, it's true.
The Packers were tough... this we cannot deny.
But they could not take the lead, though hard they did try.
With two minutes to go, the score was still tied.
For three quarters and more we had battled with pride.
It was touch and go right down to the wire,
But we got the ball back and our offense caught fire.
We scored once again, and our defense held fast.
Then the last whistle blew. We had made it, at last.
Pat Bowlen held up the trophy when the game had been won.
He said: "I'll just say four words: This one's for John".
Our boy John had prevailed, his goal was achieved,
And he fully deserved the acclaim he received.
Back to Denver we flew to honors and praise.
With rings-and-things to remember the rest of our days.