This would have been posted sooner, but I just read it:
'Twas the last week of football, and all through the game, The Packers were winning, the Broncos were lame. The Vikings were playing the Cards without care, In hopes that the post-season soon would be there.
The NFC North they had all but wrapped up, An eleven point lead should have been quite enough. I still watched the Packers, but to my dismay, What a shame that another game they would not play.
At the two-minute warning there arose such a chatter, I quickly switched channels to see what was the matter. From CBS to Fox, I used the remote, And saw that game end on this wonderful note:
The Cards had just scored with two minutes to go, It seemed that the lead, the Vikings might blow. Then what to my wondering eyes might appear, But a recovered on-side kick, one more thing to cheer.
The seconds ticked by as I started to wheeze, The Vikings' defense looked a lot like Swiss cheese. And then on the very last play of the game, Came a miracle touchdown, Lambeau Field was on flame!
You see, our own fans had now heard of that score, As the shock did wear off, they started to roar. It began to sink in as to what this did mean, The Vikings had lost, eighteen - seventeen.
The coach who had blown a six-and-oh start, Was whining and wailing and eating his chart. When it became clear that he'd brought on more shame, His thoughts turned to whom could he possibly blame?
Was it Culpepper, Kleinsasser, Hovan, or Moss? Or was it McCombs, the team's arrogant boss? He looked at his list, and was checking it twice, But the obvious choice was himself, Mike Tice.
So the Packers did clinch the NFC North, And into the playoffs they would venture forth. And Packer fans cheer with this holiday cry, Happy New Year to all, but to the Vikings Good-Bye!