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96260, LES BLOWHARDABLES: ACT 2- THE FINALS
Posted by Frank Longo, Thu Dec-20-12 01:19 PM
WARREN'S ODE TO ANDY DALTON: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8nrgnDDmRt0

And now I'm all alone again nowhere to turn, no one to go to
without a team, a Finals birth, or just a face to say hello to
And now the night is near
Now I can make believe he's here

Sometimes I post alone at night
When everybody else is sleeping
I think of him and then I'm happy
With the company I'm keeping
The Blowhards goes to bed
And I can live inside my head

On my own
In choosing Andy Dalton
All alone
I'll start him over Aaron
Without him
I felt my hopes were haltin'
So I stuck with the ginger
Now I've lost and I am swearin'

It's such pain, I've lost the gold and silver
My first pick... I wasn't a believer
My coaching, in retrospect, was not bright
Sat Turner and Green-Ellis for a Chargers wide receiver

And I know it's only in my mind
That I'm talking to myself and not to them
And although I know that they are blind
Still I say, I'm the best there is

I love him
But when the game was over
He is gone
Might as well be Philip Rivers
Without wins
My style of empty boasting
Ernie and Cere are everywhere
For months I won't be posting

I love him
But every day I'm learning
All my life
I've only been pretending
Without me
The Blowhards' world keeps turning
A world that's full of happiness
That I have never known

I love him
I love him
I love him
Andy Dalton's all my own

WILL'S PRAYER FOR THE BOWL: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UaI9BPKhExk

God on high
Hear my prayer
In my need
You have always been there

I am young
Feeling old.
I am stressed.
Let me rest.

Bring it home.
Bring it home.
Bring it home.

KC's got a son, a healthy home
You've never granted me a son.
The seasons die
One by one.
How soon they fly
On and on.
And I am old
And will be gone.

Bring me peace
Bring me joy.
My team's strong.
They're the real McCoy.
You can take
You can give
Let me be
Let me live.

If I die
Let me die
With the Bowl.
Bring it home
Bring it home
Bring it home.

SHELLSVERT'S DEATH: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-yo99b5G8bw

Who is this man?
What sort of devil is he,
to drop a 138
when I score 133?
I was repeating at last,
he put a seal on my fate.
I could have wiped off the ast-
erisk right off my slate.
All it would take
was a Patriots stop
and just one fewer
damned Antonio Brown drop.

Damned if I'll live
coming short of the Bowl.
Damned if I'll yield
coming short of my goal.
I am the champ
and the champ is not beat!
I'll take no pity,
nor admit a defeat!
There is nothing on earth that we share.
It is either KC or Shellsvert.

How can I now allow this man
to hold dominion over me?
This docile father I have battled.
He gave me a loss
He gave me my exit.
And my team perished at his hand.
It was his right.
And a death would be preferred.
Instead, I live
To play for third.

And my thoughts fly apart.
Can I accept my fates?
Should I have picked another defense?
Should I have started Gates?

And must I now begin to doubt,
who never doubted all these years?
My heart is stone
and still it trembles.
The world I have known
is lost in shadows.

Is KC from heaven or from hell,
and does he know
that by sending me to third today,
this man has killed me even so?

I am reaching
but I fall.
And the stars are black as coal.
as I stare into the void
of facing Warren's deluded soul.
I'll escape now from this world,
from the world where KC won.
There is nowhere I can turn,
There is no way to go on.

(dies)

KC SINGS IN MEMORIAM OF WARREN AND SHELLSVERT: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PBLm41LEQGc

There's a grief that can't be spoken
There's a pain goes on and on
Empty chairs at empty tables
Now my friends are lost and gone

Here they talked of Andy Dalton
Here they said they'd win the game
Here they sang about tomorrow
And tomorrow never came.

From each post, each reply
They could see a Blowhard Bowl
And they post with egos blaring
I can hear them now!
The very words that they had tossed
Became their last communion
On the lowly battlefield
Where they lost

Oh my friends, my friends forgive me.
That I live and you are gone
There's a grief that can't be spoken
There's a pain goes on and on

Phantom draft picks at the window
Phantom rosters on the floor
Empty chairs at empty tables
Where my friends will meet no more.

Oh my friends, my friends, don't ask me
What your sacrifice was for
Empty chairs at empty tables
Where my friends will win no more...

... NOW KC-NARDIER GLOATS: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9EcZl-O9lzQ

Ain't it a laugh?
Ain't it a treat?
Hob-nobbin' here
Among the elite?

Here comes a Will.
There goes a Prof.
No Ernie or Cere
They've been cast off!

Blowhards at my feet
Shells in the dust
And here I'm breaking bread
With the upper crust!

KC at the feast!
Gnawing at the bones!
Life is easy pickings
When you kept J. Jones!
Everywhere you go
Sit atop the polls
Reaping the rewards
For keeping Darren Sproles!

Singing to the Lord on Sundays
Praying for the gifts He'll send.
That I'm the one who takes it
I'm the one who makes it in the end!

Watch the assholes post
Watch 'em till they drop.
Keep your wits about you
And you stand on top!
Master of the league
Time to get my share
Clear away the Prof's remains
And I'm still there!
We know where the wind is blowing
A title is what I smell
And when I through with killin' Will
then you can cry from Conso Hell!

THE FINALE, SUNG BY THE DEFEATED AND BITTER: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kucfSVytn4Y (start at 6:33)

(ALL, MINUS KC AND WILL)
Do you hear the people sing
Lost with a fate they can't amend
It is the music of a people
Who are gone at season's end

For the wretched football gods
They have denied us all the prize
But the dark will end
Next season we shall rise.

(CERE)
Next year I shall win again

(ERNIE)
Next year I will be less mad

(MATINHO)
Maybe I'll participate

(ROOKIE)
And maybe I won't suck so bad!

(SMUTS)
The breakdown will prove
That I'm worthy, and I'll be so glad!

(ALL MINUS KC AND WILL)
Will you sing redemption songs?
Who will be strong and stand with me?
Somewhere beyond this season's bowl
Whether it's Will or it's KC?

Do you hear the keepers sing
Say, do you hear the distant drums?
It is the future that they bring
When next season comes!

Will you sing redemption songs?
Who will be strong and stand with me?
Somewhere beyond this season's bowl
Whether it's Will or it's KC?

Do you hear the keepers sing
Say, do you hear the distant drums?
It is the future that they bring
When next season comes!
Next season comes!
Next season comes!