L. (JB)

Oh Brady, that dimpl'd
Chin, makes a perfect target
for K'wika Karnage.

-Jeffrey Baumgardner

XLIX. (KA)

A son of Ole Miss
Will carry Blue to vic'try
Thou Rebs now stand proud.

-Kristel Adler

XLVIII. (WB)

Plax sees the future.
Now the Pats act like they care?
This gimmick is old.

-William Bressman

XLVII. (BSS)

Brave men of Big Blue
So valiant into battle
Victory is nigh!

-Bradley S. Saft

XLVI. (NZS)

Oh, Sonoran breeze

Blow down from mountains, putting

Icy chill in Moss.

-Noah Z. Seton

XLV.

The Hefty Lefty
Waits in the wings. Play the 4th!
We'll be up plenty.

-G.D. Saft

XLIV. (MF)

A conflagration!
No. Champagne will extinguish
G-Men celebrate.

-Michael Friedland

XLIII. (JB)

An air-cast ankle,
from beautiful booty call?
Hark! Romo repeat.

-Jeffrey Baumgardner

XLII. ("Sunday")

Sunday's forecast calls
for big blue thunderous skies.
There's a storm coming.

Thunder and Lightning
realized after waiting years
sweep through the desert.

But alas! A quake!
A vicious defense reminds
all what Giants do.

Game for the ages.
Legacies destroyed, others
Resurrected new.

Brave Odysseus
Heroic, angry, ready,
Always returns home.

A brave, new, blue day!
Perfection never lasts long,
Blue restoration.

-G.D. Saft

XLI. (RJM)

Fair Scamander's banks
Ne'er saw such glory like
Hudson's shall soon see.

-R.J. Mammana

XL. (NZS)

What to do with Wes?
Work cut out for Aaron Ross
Stop him, make legend.

-Noah Z. Seton

XXXIX. (TB)

Blue Slingshot unsheathed

Is He Eli's Goliath

A Giant David.

-Theodore Bressman

XXXVIII. (NZS)

Pats head to Phoenix.

Arrive without a care. Go

home empty handed.

-Noah Z. Seton

XXXVII. (BSS)

From Eli to Boss,
These Giants - such brotherhood
Find me a jersey!

-Bradley S. Saft

XXXVI. (CCS & BB)

Through Light barrier
Osi, Tuck do penetrate
Brady was pretty.

-"Crazy" Courtney Singer and Bryan Boisi

XXXV. ("The Raven" or "In memory of XXXV")

Midnight and dreary,
Was our once and only loss
Giants. Nevermore.

That tap tap tap Tom
on your cushy door? A bird?
Perhaps... nothing more.

Nay! Beguiled Tom:
"Other friends have flown before!"
This friend's nev'r leaving.

Little, frightened Tom:
"Take thy form from off my door!"
Unmoved, "Nevermore."

Tom had seen this beast
before... thought it was no more.
It was not their end.

No, Tom realized
never shall these Giants leave.
Lossless? "Nevermore."

Frightened Tom, vanquished
by Big Blue, never saw one
more ring. No not more.

Raven win begat
Giant triumphs. Strengths grown strong'r.
Repeat? Nevermore.

-G.D. Saft

XXXIV. (NZS)

Classy team makes good
Tough coach takes young boys to goal
Mara would be proud.

-Noah Z. Seton

XXXIII. (JB)

Bridget's baby dad,
Alimony--fear no more.
Fear Michael Strahan.

-Jeffrey Baumgardner

XXXII. (SG)

I do like strahan,

Want to fall into his gap.

Please kill Tom Brady.

-Spencer "Johnny" Gellman

XXXI. (EBW)

Pizza Bagels Pass
On The Gellman Express South
Eaten by Giants

-Evan B. Wolf

XXX. (MF)

Oh fair Jeff Feagles!
Your punts so often spiral.
The "U" lives in you.

-Michael Friedland

XXIX. (RJM)

Jay Alford's my height
Yet, I trail him by six stone
Clifton Cyclops dreams

-R.J. Mammana, Jr.

XXVIII.

Osi, sailed to Troy,
like Agamemnon. Heroes.
Your glory proven.

-G.D. Saft

XXVII. (NZS)

Check the crowd for lights.
Red ones next to lenses, if
Belichick still cheats.

-Noah Z. Seton

XXVI. (JB)

March on brave Giants!
Risen from ash, great Phoenix
Lark! Coughlin Courage.

-Jeffrey Baumgardner

XXV. (Honor thy second)

His'try in the past.
Leave here ghost of Ray Handley.
Stay Jeff Hostetler.
-Eliah Z. Seton

Dear Scott, Tell the Pats
of the triumphs that occurred.
Fluke? No. Only Fate.
-G.D. Saft

XXIV. (NZS)

Rising star JTuck
Must stuff Maroney like a
Fine old country ham.

-Noah Z. Seton

XXIII. (BSS)

Tom's new walking cast
will not save his other leg
from Barry Cofield.

-Bradley S. Saft

XXII. (TB)

Odds Never Even.

Will Perch'd Ravens become Pats?
Where's Mark Bavaro?

-Theodore Bressman

XXI. (In honor of the first)

Twenty-One persists.
Searing greatness of LT,
and Phil. New flames burn.

-G.D. Saft

XX. (LC)

Jessie, now Gisele,
Oh my. Oh my. What a sight.
Boobies in the way.

-Linda C.

XIX. (WB)

Giants beat Packers
Predicted Long Ago by
Eddie Murphy? Yes!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=izArWUVtMC4

-William Bressman

XVIII.

The points have run dry.
More are not coming this day.
You've met Antonio?

-G.D. Saft

XVII. (JB)

Fly Amani fly!
Hands, soft as angel breath, will
put those pats in Toom'r.

-Jeffrey Baumgardner

XVI.

Brave. Swift... Achilles?
Nay, a toe-headed hero.
Inspire us anew.

-G.D. Saft

XV. (WB) (In honor of Dr. Z)

Dr. Z a scout?
Or Nostradamus Part 2?
Grit will best talent!

-William Bressman

http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/2008/writers/dr_z/01/22/superbowlxlii/index.html?eref=si_topstories

XIV. (WB)

Checking on stub hub...
I need flights and game tickets.
Legends will be made.

-William Bressman

XIII (AP) + (BSS)

Here is the kicker:
Tynes, don't miss! Not again. Sweet
justice. Giant hope.
-Allison Podell

Two bad misses, ouch.
And this one looks wide right -- No!
The wind blows hard -- Yes!
-Bradley S. Saft

XII (NZS) + (BSS)

I sure hope that Coach
Tom saved his face from frostbite.
Can't win without nose.
-Noah Z. Seton

Dear Mr. Coughlin,
Do not be so angry now!
I want to hug you.
-Bradley S. Saft

XI. (BSS)

After twenty years
A brilliant punt to Phoenix!
Well earned, Jeff Feagles.

-Bradley S. Saft

X.

Raggy sweatshirt Bill!
We made you what you've become.
Now, we take it back.

-G.D. Saft

IX. (BSS)

An exalted team!
Triumph on frozen Lambeau
from the leg of Tynes.

-Bradley S. Saft

VIII.

Fair Steve Spagnuolo,
Mustache as unrelenting
as defensive schemes.

-G.D. Saft

VII. (BSS)

Crisp, accurate throws.
A Manning among small boys.
One more win to go!

-Bradley S. Saft

VI.

A bowtie? Really?
Look closer, friend. Realize now --
We are The Giants.

You laughed at them too.
Said they were nothing. Washed up.
They are The Giants.

Always remember,
Greatness comes in all sizes.
Today, it's Giant.

-G.D. Saft

V. (WB)

Big Blue, Scary Pats
The Bookies say there's no chance.
Tell that to the Bills.

-William Bressman

IV. (CM)

Moss 1, Boss 2, Hike!
Dislocate not thy cold cuff
for Ross is okay.

-Christopher Murphy

III.

What's his name? Sonic?
Madison! Same cunning, strength.
Hedgecock be thy name.

-G.D. Saft

II.

Fierce Brandon Jacobs,
Strong soldier... You run boldly
through walls, and Packers.

-G.D. Saft

I.

Hark! Mighty Eli,
On thine steadfast arm, Vic'try
shall be delivered.

- G.D. Saft