I have been working the past week on writing an epic poem for last weeks NFC Championship game comeback victory over the Packers. I am not a master poet so some of the prose is sloppy but poetry is very free form so without further ado.

The Comeback

The hawks had been shut out for an entire half

On the other side of the field the Packers begun to laugh

It was sixteen to zero with little chance of a come back

It would not be long before the hawks would start to crack

A long drive in the third set them up for just three

When OC Bevell dialed up some trickery

Knowing that Jones would crash in from the line

He planned Jon Ryan would keep it n’ roll to that side

To set up a pass to whoever’s in front of him

That happened to be young Gary Gilliam

Jones on his left when he heard “Hut, Hike”

He split the defenders and found the daylight

Hawk saw Jon tuck the ball in, to keep it

Left, Jon rolled before Hawk finally bit

He lofted the pass and mouthed “Oh Shi…”

Roar, went the crowd as Gilliam went in for six.

The packers were not worried

They had time and importantly the lead

Their next two drives got them a field goal

While the Seahawks luck again seemed to fizzle

Down by twelve, only five minutes left

Wilson’s first pass intercepted by Burnett

Who slid down promptly, starting to fret

Clint Dix wrapped him up to ensure the upset

It was not to be, the hawks last chance

And Marshawn started his beast mode dance

Three failed runs and they had the ball

With this drive they would not stall

A minute forty three to reach the red zone

And a three yard run from Wilson alone,

Putting six on the board, could not atone

For the interceptions that he’d thrown

Sensing the onside attempt coming

To the left they all went running

For the hawks to advance the kick must be perfect

For the Pack to move on, the ball they must protect

Hauschka hit the perfect kick

Leaping to meet it went Bostick

It bounced off his face just as he botched it

While, Matthews jumped to make a quick pick

Seattle’s ball with the chance to lead

And they had a beast yet to be fed

He rumbled and tore out of the back field to score

With under two minutes and from their own twenty four

Coach Carroll decided that two were required

If the packers were to be completely retired

Wilson had to scramble while play expired

He heaved it to Willson to get the points they so desired

The had been Packers stunned by the come back

But they knew even Rodgers could do that

With their offence on the field and a minuet twenty five

They carved up the field on a pass fueled drive

Which in the end would only yield an FG

Of the game’s lead scorer Mason Crosby

When Seattle got the ball back they rather calmly

Decided to wait and settle to score in OT

They met in the middle and Rodgers call tails

The coin flip was heads, Packers fans paled

Their defensive line held harassed

Bringing up third and long fast

Wilson reels the snap in

Drops back, then throws to Baldwin

When once chances seemed thin

That the Seahawks would win

Now they were knocking at the door

Threatening a sudden death score

To prove in a great upset

That the hawks were the best

Wilson read the defense as rehearsed

And checked to the play to hit Kearse

Whose play today could not have been worse

But with one catch all could be easily reversed

When Wilson finally gave the command

For the ball to be put in his hands

Kearse went tearing off the line

Sprinting, beating his man to the inside

Wilson placed the throw with great care

The rest season hung in midair

Tunnel vision on the ball he had to ensnare

And a chance to answer all the fans prayers

With Williams draped all over him

He tucked the ball in with both limbs

The stadium exploded with cheers

Loud enough to deafen some ears

When the Hawks were down and out

They did not get sad and pout

Instead they turned up and held stout

Shouting “We will leave no doubt.”