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CRAWFORD BLOG | The Raven: A Poe-etic musing on Super Bowl 47

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LOUISVILLE, KY. (WDRB) -- I never was a big fan of Edgar Allan Poe, so I'm not feeling too guilty for knocking off and butchering his most famous work. With complete apologies to him, and to you, the reader, once the lights went off in the Superdome, I couldn't escape posting this somewhere . . .

THE RAVEN

Once upon a Super broadcast, as I followed cross and downcast,
Over another curious lopsided score,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a snapping,
As of some force gently sapping, sapping at the stadium's core,
"Tis Beyonce's pyrotechnics," I said, "tapping out the power store,"
- Only this, and nothing more.

On my DVR recorder, it was in the bleak third quarter,
Announcers all a-gushing over Jones' run to Super lore,
Eagerly I wished the finish, vainly seeking to diminish,
The pile of chicken bones collecting on my chamber floor -
Even the commercials blaring, rarely original or daring, had become a Super bore -
That they were, and nothing more.

But presently the stadium darkened, and to me the silence harkened,
Filling me with intrigue I had never felt before,
So that now, my heart-rate rising, I sat transfixed in my revising
While Shannon Sharpe kept on advising of the blackout's impact on the score -
An ominous delay like was never seen before,
And likely will be nevermore.

Deep into the darkness peering, the Ravens stood there wondering, fearing
Doubting title dreams that had seemed so real before,
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
Till finally a word was spoken by Steve Tasker in his sideline chore,
'Darkness has the dome enveloped, more on this as it develops," he swore.
Only this, and nothing more.

Once restored to daylight mode back to the field the Ravens strode
Their lead confidence-invoking and in all a great provoking of esprit de corps.
But in their midst the Niners rallied, through the shadow of the valley,
Kaepernick passing, pounding, and his biceps now resounding out of every pore,
While Raven miscues were compounding to even up the score,
Quoth the Ravens: Stop Frank Gore.

Then came a Flacco fiercely flying, in his throws a message crying,
Penetrating deer and antler to their darkest core,
"Tell all souls within my reaching that Ray Lewis will be preaching,
Preaching like he's never preached before," he said before a field-goal score
Brought victory with a count of thirty-four.
And Lewis dancing - nevermore!

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