posted at 11/29/2007 7:31 PM ESTA different theme to "You Ain't Seen Nothing Yet""You Can't Beat Bel-i-chick"There is a coach we all know
He'll always make you pay
He'll say you had it coming to you
You took his film away!
And he knows that any score is a good score
And he'll take what he can get
Then everyone looked at him and saidYOU CAN'T BEAT BEL-I-CHICK
Baby, you can't beat Belichick
Here's a team you're never gonna forget!
Baby you can't beat Bel-i-chick
posted at 11/29/2007 7:52 PM ESTTom Petty's "I won't back down"
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posted at 11/30/2007 9:53 AM EST"Doo Doo Brown" by Luke Skywalker
posted at 11/30/2007 10:29 AM ESTSTEAMROLLER by James Taylor!Well I'm a steamroller baby
I wanna roll all over you
Yes I'm a steamroller for your love, babe
I'd like nothing better than to roll all over you
I'm gonna inject your soul with some sweet rock & roll
And shoot you full of rhythm and bluesWell I'm a cement mixer baby
A churnin' urn of burnin' funk (Yes!)
I'm a cement mixer for you baby
A churnin' urn of burnin' funk
Got down right now baby
Well I'm a demolition derby babe
A hefty hunk of steamin' junk
Mr. McD got the blues for you and me(Solo break)Well I'm a napalm bomb for you baby
Stone guaranteed to blow your mind
I'm a napalm bomb for you babe got to tell you one more time
To sit down, stand up, go home, back to LA
Stone guaranteed to blow your mind momma, yeah
And if I can't have your love for my own to take me home
And keep me warm there won't be nothing left behind (Oh!)
Broken heart, broken heart, oh
I just don't seem to cut loose
This here low down
Chicken chokin', mother f*cking pain
Oh, roll on over
I got those steamroller blues
posted at 11/30/2007 11:58 AM ESTAll for One and One for AllMake the Pats the Best in Football
posted at 11/30/2007 12:06 PM ESTI like your analogy. They are also cold as ice when it comes to taking care of business just like Coach BB and QB TB.
posted at 11/30/2007 2:01 PM ESTrolling-rolling-rollingkeep those big points rollingkeep those big points rolling go high(insert sound of whip and mangini scream)thru any kind of weather the pats stick together,stick together and win with pride(insert sound of whip and mangini scream)
posted at 12/1/2007 2:30 PM ESTNew England Patriots ... All FEAR THIS! Who's Next!!
posted at 12/2/2007 9:13 AM ESTI agree with the person who suggested "Dirty Laundry"Captures the whole spygate nonsense / the media response to it / and the Pats' attitudes - "Kick em when they're up, kick em when they're down"Particularly appropriate when the Jets are in town for their execution!!!!
posted at 12/2/2007 1:12 PM EST
I have a poem for tomorrow's game. It's a take off of Poe's classic, The Raven:Once upon a midnight dreary,
Belichick pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of lopsided scores,
While he nodded, nearly napping,
Suddenly there came a tapping,As of a player gently rapping,
Rapping at his office door.
"Tis some rookie," he muttered,
"Knocking on my office door:
Only this, and nothing more."Oh! distinctly he remembered
Comes the first Monday of December,
And each separate Pats team member studied their upcoming chore.
Eagerly he wished it Monday;
For this game would not be on SundayFrom game tapes Bill did study,--
Study for Baltimore,--
For the game to be played on Monday,--
Against a team in Baltimore,--
Winless here and evermore.
His watching of tapes
from the game the week before
Killed him,û filled him with anger his head was sore.
So that now, to still the aching
Of his head, he stood repeating,"Who the hell is knocking
On my office door,--
Some scared rookie seeking
Entrance at my office door:
This it is, and nothing more."Presently his anger grew stronger,
Hesitating then no longer,
"Player" said he, "or coach,
Leave me alone I implore;
I was studying game tape and gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping,
tapping on my office door!
Leave me alone, or IÆll kill you" û
here Bill flung open his door;
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into darkness Bill stood peering,
long he wondered but not fearing,
Doubting, fearing were what his opponents had done before
But the silence was unbroken,
and Gillette gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Baltimore"
This he whispered, and an echo murmured back the word,
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into his office turning,
all his hate of his opponents within him burning,
Soon again he heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said Bill, "surely that is something
at my office window;
Let me see then, who this is
and IÆll beat him until my fists are sore û
Pummel him and crush his skull until my fists are sore;
ItÆs the damn wind and nothing more!"
Open here he flung the shutter,
when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he;
not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of Tom Brady,
perched near his office door
Perched upon a Lombardi right near his office door û
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then the ebony bird beguiling,
BillÆs face was not smiling,
At the stupid purple uniform that it wore,
Purple and black and shaven,
"youÆ he said, æare sure no craven.
Ghastly, some ugly raven wandered from the Maryland Shore
Tell me what your name is while sitting at my office door!Æ
Quoth the raven, "Baltimore"
This maddened Belichick, angered him so plainly,
The birdÆs answer did have meaning û relevancy bore;
For we can agree that every single human being
Knows this raven will be crushed by the PatsÆ high score,
Another contest, another one-sided score,
With such a name as "Baltimore."
We barely beat those birds from Philly,
You, however, will look silly
With all those points our offense will score.
ÆNothing further then he uttered û
Not a feather then he fluttered û
Looking in BillÆs eyes the bird did shutter û a loss it knew like none before û
This Monday, the Pats will travel, and will put up an unbeatable score
And crush this raven named "Baltimore".
And with each Brady toss,
Landing surely in the hands of Moss,
The fans will weep and begin their exodus come the start of quarter four,
Beaten by the PatriotsÆ master
whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster points mounting more and more,
Another team will be defeated as the Pats win one more
Defeating the Ravens from Baltimore
Be it Stallworth, Watson, Moss, or Wes,
Brady has won with less,
This team will beat you on both sides with its allstars galore,
And BillÆs eyes have all the seeming
of a demonÆs that is dreaming,
Dreaming of nineteen straight but to the media he says one more,
One week, one game, one opponent, one goal, one more,
Shall the Pats lose û nevermore!
So the raven began a flitting,
not longer was the bird sitting
For he knew that he too would be crushed by the score;
And only mentioning spygate,
like the league, would seal his fate,
His fate like the rest to be crushed, defeated at the end of quarter four
Belichick and team will march on and on, running up the score,
Shall the Pats lose û nevermore!
posted at 12/3/2007 9:38 AM ESTTHE CHORUS FROM TINA TURNERS SONG "SIMPLY THE BEST" SAYS IT ALL
posted at 12/3/2007 12:04 PM EST"PUT UP or SHUT UP"by TED NUGENT
posted at 12/4/2007 9:19 AM ESTKEEP THE DRIVE ALIVE!! or THE DRIVE IS ALIVE!!!We're driving to Phoenix boys and girls - whatever it takes we've got it!
posted at 12/4/2007 12:13 PM ESTI have always liked the songs:1) "Another One Bites the Dust"2) U2- Beautiful Day
posted at 12/4/2007 12:50 PM ESTHow about "Ain't no stopping us now" by McFadden & Whitehead?
posted at 12/4/2007 1:58 PM ESTIt's definitely got to be either: "Another one bites the dust" by Queen, or the theme from "Rocky"
posted at 12/4/2007 5:06 PM ESTplease don't!
posted at 12/4/2007 11:53 PM ESTWhen they enter the field play the Top Gun theme by Eddie Van Halen, and when they score, play "mamma said knock you out" by LL Cool J.
posted at 12/5/2007 8:06 AM ESTYou gotta go metal with a 2007 Pats theme song.Judas Priest - Hell bent for leather ...Seek him here, seek him on the highway
Never knowing when he'll appear
All await, engine's ticking over
Hear the roar as they sense the fearWheels! A glint of steel and a flash of light!
Screams! From a streak of fire as he strikes!Hell bent, hell bent for leather
Hell bent, hell bent for leatherBlack as night, faster than a shadow
Crimson flare from a raging sun
An exhibition, sheer precision
Yet no one knows from where he comesFools! Self destruct cannot take that crown
Dreams! Crash one by one to the groundHell bent, hell bent for leather
Hell bent, hell bent for leatherThere's many who tried to prove that they're faster
But they didn't last and they died as they triedThere's many who tried to prove that they're faster
But they didn't last and they died as they tried
posted at 12/5/2007 8:15 AM ESTIn honor of BB - Amazing Grace or Grace Like Rain (the contemporary version by Todd Agnew)
posted at 12/5/2007 8:21 AM EST... Also ... cue up 'Adagio for Strings' when the Pats Squish the Fish to remain undefeated & keep the phins winless.we shall call it ... 'Adagio for Dolphins'.
posted at 12/5/2007 3:13 PM ESTWE WILL WE WILL ROCK YOU!!!!! WE WILL WE WILL ROCK!!!!!!!!! THAT SONG REALLY KICKS AZZ!!!!!! THAT SHOULD BE THE SONG FOR THE PATRIOTS. BLOW OUT AFTER BLOW OUT!!!! THAT SONG IS THE BOMB!!!!!
posted at 12/6/2007 12:30 PM EST
INVINCIBLE by Pat BenatarAnd with the power of conviction there is no sacrifice.ItÆs a do or die situation, we will be INVINCIBLE. GO PATS
posted at 12/7/2007 8:54 PM EST
"First with the Head, Then with the Heart."The Patriots work hard during the week, mentally and physically preparing for the games. Then on Sundays, it's all about their hearts and how hard they play.