Avallone
Round of 12
Im just a big hairy American winning machine
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Post by Avallone on Dec 19, 2006 23:25:32 GMT -5
‘Twas the night before Christmas And all through the house Not a wrestler was stirring Not a Coach or his spouse The children were nestled All snug in their beds While visions of victories Danced in their heads Their singlets were hung On their doorknobs with care In hopes that a medal Would soon join them there When out on the lawn There arose such a clatter I sprang from my bed To see what was the matter And what to my sleep filled Eyes did appear? But a man with a bag Full of wrestling gear He wore a striped shirt A ref he must be But what was he doing here Talking to me? He looked in my eyes And he said with a smile I have something to tell you So sit for a while He said you’re a winner I’ve seen your medals all right But the true “Seasons” about A baby born on this night When you’re out on the mat Don’t forget who you are Think of the brave wise men Who followed the star If your arms raised in victory Or you suffer a loss Remember who died His arms spread on the cross He picked up his whistle And he blew it aloud And then he was gone In a blue misty cloud I wandered inside Not sure what to do But deep down inside I think that I knew I fell to my knees I thanked God for the “Season” It’s not just about wrestling I have now come to reason I will work out my best I will still strive to win I will head lock and cradle To achieve the big pin But when the bracket is finished The mat’s rolled away I will simply be thankful That I wrestled today
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Mike
AA
Wrestling With The Devil
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Post by Mike on Dec 20, 2006 9:22:37 GMT -5
Hey I got that in my mail this morning.
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