It started off a defensive battle.

Lasted until doomers lowered

the boom (dare I say it) on the

tail of the Lion.

There were roars for Rawls

as he chugged along.

New names jumped out to join

our teams esteemed.

Miracle catches by Richardson

start him on the road to hero-hood.

I am not lion. It really was neat.

And quite unique was the singing

in the streets. Because the Hawks

sent a pride of Lions home in defeat.

– Gerald A. McBreen, Pacific poet laureate