All should have been bright and gay, but then they traded Bobby Layne away. In the fifties they had dominated: Winning the Championship in 52, 53, and 57, as a Lions fan I should have been born into NFL heaven. All should have been bright and gay, but then they traded Bobby Layne away. As Bobby Layne left that day, all hope of future Championships died away, for Bobby Layne had this to say:
“The Lions will not win again for fifty years!”
Ha! He’s just bitter (they thought). Ha! Curses aint true (we thought). Ha! Milt Plum will save us! Ha! If not he, Bill Munson or Greg Landry! Not them? Then Gary Danielson or Eric Hipple, Chuck Long or Scott Mitchell! Okay, okay, this gets much worse. Okay, okay, I started to believe in the curse! But wait, but wait! Rodney Peete will save us! But wait, but wait, it’s Andre Ware! No?!! I got it! Our savior must be named Joey, and our G.M. slot we’ll be a fillin, with a dunce of the name Matt Millen!
Sad and sick, you talk about crashes! All t’was left of the proud franchise was ashes! Then out of the blue a new Texas q.b. grew. He even went to Bobby Layne’s high school too! But the curse, but the curse!? Could “the curse” prevent him from being drafted too? Would he be drafted by Martin Mayhew? Some lugheads said “No defense! We need a linebacker true!” Don’t listen, don’t listen, Dear Martin Mayhew! Others said, “No, no, no, a left tackle is due!” Don’t listen, don’t listen Dear Martin Mayhew!
And of the curse players from other teams knew! So they boycotted the Lions of course this is true! St. Martin, St. Martin, what’s a poor coach to do? Hmmmm, let me think, what would a great coach do? Why, fly your ass out there, tell Nate and Kyle we want them too! Thank you, thank you, Dear Martin Mayhew! Thank you, thank you, Scott and Jim too!
Then along came a he-man named Ndamukong Suh! What, oh what, would St. Martin do? Would dear sainted Martin draft ‘damukong Suh? The lugheads chimed in, “O Tackle, O Tackle, O Tackle is due! Backus and Gosder most definitely won’t do!” Don’t listen don’t listen, Dear Martin Mayhew! “Protect your franchise, they’ll cut him in two!” Don’t listen, don’t listen Dear Martin Mayhew! He didn’t listen–thank God–and Martin Mayhew.
Then as tension mounted and apprehension grew, the lugheads said, “Trade down! Trade down number two!” Don’t listen, DON’T LISTEN, Dear Martin Mayhew. There’s one left on the board can score from out of the blue. Don’t listen, be bold, trade up number two! Don’t listen, don’t wait, only Jahvid will do! Trade up, trade up, from a division rival, too! Go get him, go get him, Dear Martin Mayhew!
Alas and alack, by now I should be jaded! The air taken out of me as though I’ve been Bennie Blade-ed! For I was born the year Bobby was traded! But no, no, no, no! Through too much I’ve waded! I can’t wait for the regular season and the Lions to be graded!
By just another Kool Aid drinker.