Feeling Down, on Your Luck?

Try SOL for a change...

REALLY?! "I mean COME ON, just as we were starting to rally around here, here comes the SOL'S ?! I mean, if it weren't for bad luck, we, LIONS fans, would have no luck at all...

Same old, same old...it's getting really old!"  

It doesn't matter...They were bruised, battered..."No one's going to feel sorry for us..." (We're the Detroit…Lions, after all, left unsaid but understood)

An understatement: To say that we were left what's in common terms, "defense-less" but in our case, given that we had, at last counting, kept mounting, double...yes, I said double the number of players on what's called in injurious terms the "injured reserve list" Barely enough left on the field of play to keep the opposition out of the Home Zone, better known as the "Den"...

Gore and Lore: To fully appreciate the allegorical "no guts, no glory" reference, one only has to look at our list of those who have spilled theirs this one season, which one would think would be a sufficient sack-rifice to the so-called "football gods" who, if they have earned their keep, are hanging with Coach Lombardi in the Valhalla of our game...down the road in Canton Ohio...

Restore to Glory Daze: Just when our fans started prepping for the playoffs, a walk down memory Layne...spelling of which conjures up the one and only, one of the last to play without a face mask (“better for the opposition to smell my breath after a hard night!”) ...who, despite taking them to glory, taking them to their first NFL championship in '52, informed them, after they traded him, might be (our) last...Bobby pinned it on us, his fault…

How's it feel? A bit surreal. Just when we started, as the song said, home groan for us here...as in  Journey to "South Detroit...don't stop believin'...🎝!!!" Cuz these are not, I repeat NOT, the Same Old Lions! UN-BELIEVABLE. 


 

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