T'is two days before Philly (an interpolation)

T'is 2 days before Philly, and all through the cold,
Not a player is stirring, not even T.O.;
The helmets are placed in the locker with care,
In hopes that the playoffs will soon be theirs;
The coaches are constantly reading playbooks,
With visions of scrambles, play action and hooks;
Through Romo's illness and Witten's bruises,
They're both back in practice, so don't call them losers;
This one final game is now all that matters,
In the end, will we hear their tears or their laughter?;
At kickoff I hope Austin runs like the Flash,
And scores the first Touchdown to start the game fast;
Defense is essential, I hope that they care,
McNabb best prepare for a few sacks from Ware;
Romo just has to play with perfection,
The corner backs need to grab interceptions;
The O-line, needs to break open some holes,
Just ask the right guard, Leonard Davis, he knows;
Wade Phillips will lead and his team will follow,
It will take all of them, to get through to tomorrow;
Witten and Williams and Choice and Folk,
Paulescu and Newman and Barber and Polk;
To the top of the wild card, or at least number 2,
Is all that us fans are hoping they'll do;
It won't be a cakewalk, these Eagles are rough,
In fact any divisional match-up is tough;
So as the clock ticks, and as Sunday gets closer,
Anxiety builds like the heat in a toaster;
And then, when it's time for the game to kick off,
I'll pray and I'll pray that they don't get a loss;
It's 'Do or Die' time, and the chances look slim,
But that's the position these 'Boys like to be in;
When everything's down and it's like a bad dream,
There's magic around... They're America's Team!;
They're all dressed in Blue and Silver and White,
And they will be ready to deliver a fight;
A fumble or two when Big D's 'D' attacks,
Will certainly help get the momentum back;
They must watch McNabb, as he runs all around,
And Westbrook and Jackson and Curtis and Brown;
Plus the Philly D, is a defense that pressures,
With Samuel, Dawkins, Cole and Sheppard;
But thankfully most of our O-Line is beasts,
As they get in position they're clenching their teeth;
Their helmets are down, they'll do more than tap,
As soon as the moment the football is snapped;
Chubby and plump, but physically fit,
They push up the line and don't mind it a bit;
As long as Romo can deliver the ball,
To a back or receiver, the short or the tall;
To convert on third down is a must to succeed,
And fill up the scoreboard with 7 or 14;
21, 28, 31, 34,
As long as it's more than the Eagles can score;
It's all up to them, and this one final game,
If they don't get it done then it will be a shame;
When Monday comes, I hope I can shout,
DALLAS MADE THE PLAYOFFS, and the Eagles are out!!!