Welcome to Camp!
A Poem for Steeler Rookies
By Scott Paulsen
For those new and in mystery
A quick poem, giving history
Of Rooney's team, of black and gold
Franco caught a caromed ball
Big Ben made Nick Harper fall
Silverback picked Warner clean
Joe Green’s nickname? It was “Mean”
Frenchy wore some goldfish shoes
Don’t go drive with Ta-Amu
Don’t smoke with Santonio
Fats once shot at flying Po’
Cowher, Tomlin, Charles Noll
Three coaches and eight Super Bowls
Lombardi Trophies? I count six.
Lambert had his lunatics
Miller makes the crowd say “Heeath”
There is a statue of the Chief
It points the way to Bussies’ place
Where fans all go to stuff the face
And wave the towel with Myron’s name
then travel to the Hall of Fame
To watch the faces we all cheered
Turned into busts and be revered
So, in Latrobe, draft picks arrive
To sweat in heat and stay alive.
They best impress. They’ve got one shot.
To create themselves a roster spot.
To join 8 decades of the dream
To be part of this famous team
To add their names to “Brad” and Ben.
The Steelers cycle starts again.