I saw third string

That could be first string

On any team

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In the NFL

I saw Booker and Crick

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Flow on the page

Of a new season

Like rivers that could not be stopped

I saw first string

Look like first string

Throw to open receivers

Open in the end zone, sing

But I saw

Right before half-time

A pass on the line

Full bore, on the run!

I saw fouls

That need to be cleaned up

Before the regular season

Kicker as good as yesterday

I saw one hundred-thirty yards total offense

Seven sacks

And were not going to Rush?

Bears reduced to Cubs!

I saw the Fox Hunt

Turn into a slaughter

The hunters every bit as good

As last year’s courses they rode

Yes, I saw

Four starting horses

Tired from dancing

With the stars

Never even leave

The gate

One with fresh

Head burns, what’s that about?

I saw no smiles

On Denver’s past

Faced the winds of December

Coming off a frozen lake

I saw words

I said

Something about

“A rebuilding year?”

I meant!