Twas two days before Christmas, when the Bengals came to town
Pittsburgh hoped to get more than one TD from Antonio Brown
In Ben we trusted with our team’s care,
In hopes that the playoffs soon would be there.
Steeler Nation was ready for a big victory, going through the grind
However, visions of the playoffs soon vanished from mind.
Dad was wearing number seven, and I donned forty-three
No longer bringing good luck, they go in the laundry.
There were many chances wasted, as often happens in defeat
Fifty percent through the air, and 95 yards by feet
Neither was good enough to wear out Cincy
Three turnovers put pressure on our Steeler “D”
Six sacks were excellent, best of all year
14 yards rushing allowed? A victory must be near.
But they had a weapon deployed on the scene
A stud young receiver named A.J. Green.
With 17 targets, surely the DBs would know
Which guy would see the ball on that fateful throw
But, of course the 18th proved to be the coup de grace
It left the home crowd in a state of shock and awe
When out on Heinz Field there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my seat to see what was the matter.
It was a Josh Brown field goal with four seconds left,
Which left the Steelers dreams entirely bereft.
Forty years ago was the Immaculate Reception
The ultimate tale of 2012 was one of deception.
The players, coaches, fans all believed we were contenders
Instead the eight losses show we’re truly pretenders
The offseason will determine which direction to head
The roster will change and have a new tire tread
We’ll part ways with Wallace and Mendenhall
Can’t pay guys big money who drop the ball
For this year, only one content does remain
A meaningless Browns game is the last refrain
I can imagine many no shows and boo birds who attend
To put a period at this campaign’s bitter end.
My wish for you is to recall fondly the better days
Because this franchise is firmly stuck in a haze
No identity on which to rely, no stars to stand out
Hines, Jerome, and Porter would certainly shout
Merry Christmas to all…and to all a good night.
About the Author
Written by Rob Stroup
I grew up in western Pennsylvania, so I have followed the Pittsburgh sports teams (Steelers, Penguins, Pirates) since the womb. It has become a tradition to make the yearly trek to a Steelers and Penguins game each year despite the distance. I hope to make writing a profession because I thoroughly enjoy attempting to paint a picture with words.