We take the ball from goal to goal like no one's ever seen.
In the air and on the ground, we're always in control
'cause when you say the Oilers,
You're talking Super Bowl.
Yes, I know that it apes the Miami Dolphins fight song.
Although I fled Houston, I knew why many Houstonians said, "Go, Oilers;" when Bottom Line Bud Adams announced that he was fleeing to Nashville. The result is the Tennessee Titans. The other result is that I had no problem joining the contingent of San Diegans who belted out, "Go, Chargers;" when Mr. Spanos said he was going to move the team to LA and become the LA Chargers. But that's another story.
One cousin moved to Dallas.
Another cousin married a Cheesehead and got wrapped up in that vortex along with their kids.
I am a recovering Broncomaniac who has officially lapsed.
I had fun today telling the first one that there is always next year, and hoping the other one sees a good result in Seattle next week.
I'll let you know if I get to see the Super Tazon in Mexico.
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