Finheaven Poem
Chris Grier’s calm, a steady hand,
Not worried ‘bout the O-line’s stand.
Through trials and tests, the line may bend,
But Eichenberg’s there, the line to mend.
Helmet on, strapped nice and tight,
Mr. Chadrico’s set to write.
Off to FinHeaven, where thoughts collide,
On the short bus, he takes his ride.
To post and share his endless lore,
While Tua’s CTE’s a constant roar.
A decade passed, with RayR in tow,
Through endless threads where opinions flow.
Like lemmings they march, thoughts all the same,
But still, after all these years, I find,
99% of his posts boggle my mind.
Yet here we are, fans in the fray,
Hoping the Dolphins find their way.
Grier’s not worried, Eichenberg’s game,
In this wild journey, it’s all the same.
And through the madness, there’s one bright light,
Marino1384’s victory in sight.
Chris Grier’s calm, a steady hand,
Not worried ‘bout the O-line’s stand.
Through trials and tests, the line may bend,
But Eichenberg’s there, the line to mend.
Helmet on, strapped nice and tight,
Mr. Chadrico’s set to write.
Off to FinHeaven, where thoughts collide,
On the short bus, he takes his ride.
To post and share his endless lore,
While Tua’s CTE’s a constant roar.
A decade passed, with RayR in tow,
Through endless threads where opinions flow.
Like lemmings they march, thoughts all the same,
But still, after all these years, I find,
99% of his posts boggle my mind.
Yet here we are, fans in the fray,
Hoping the Dolphins find their way.
Grier’s not worried, Eichenberg’s game,
In this wild journey, it’s all the same.
And through the madness, there’s one bright light,
Marino1384’s victory in sight.
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