[stephenspower]

What mighty contests rise from trivial things
Such as the New York Jets' late fumbling.
Thrice rung the bell, the slipper knock'd the ground,
Then the two-minute warning came around.
O say what stranger cause, yet unexplor'd,
Forced Sanchez to throw deep, not kneel down, bored.
The dream that hover'd o'er the safety's head
Was lived; he caught the quail ere it fell dead,
And thus in whispers said, or seem'd to say,
The endzone and the win are thataway.
With golden crowns and wreaths of heav'nly flow'rs
The Patriots escaped the meadowed bower.