Tommy Boy
Tommy Boy out there with the wolves
amid the battle fields and horses’ hooves,
bloody banners and razor teeth,
volcanic breath and hell fire neath,
prancing stallions about the dusty air,
spears affixed and banners flair
where warriors encounter warriors
and the blood spills upon the tainted floors,
lines of steel out there to break on through,
linemen with iron spikes and witch’s brew,
rising up from the tombs to take you down
and away ye shall go to be never found.
Football’s a nasty business for a lad such as you,
alone in the wilderness agin a savage crew
with fire and guts in their metal veins,
pumping out venom into sinewy chains.
You gave your all and then some more.
You ran with the glory right down to the core.
You searched yourself for your forgotten ire
and breathed some fire into their secret fire.
You done it when all was said and done.
You slayed the beast and beat the drum.
Victory is there for boys like you;
for boys into men into strength come anew.
Tommy Man go out and win some more.
Fight like hell and run up the score.
There’s a fire burning and burning bright.
Run and run through the glorious night
and keep winning with your new found self
with fire in the nostrils and victory in thy smell.
I wrote this thinking about Tommy DeVito, the new NY Giants quarterback getting thrown into the game in place of the backup quarterback that got injured in the next game leaving him to replace him. Completely unexpected. Two weeks ago he was on the practice squad. Tough job, alright, and he won the game and the next one also.
