As most of you already must know… today is a sad day for Giants fans, especially us here at the Shockey Brigade. It appears our beloved namesake has been traded to The New Orleans Saints. Boo. How else could I memorialize him other than an 80 line epic poem?? Enjoy (as much as is possible during these sad times)…

A man with locks so gold and true

Came to us to don the blue

Sent to us from the heavens above

Sent to us knowing nothing of love

This mysterious man with eagles abound

First took the field when soon he found

His muscles were certainly bigger than most

Yet his heart was the biggest of all to boast

He ran the field akin to gazelles

He gave opponents a glimpse of Hell

When he lowered his shoulder, a sonic boom

He nearly sent men to their tomb

He won the hearts of all who watched

He won the ladies with his glorious crotch

Delivered to us as if by a stork

This man won over the town called New York

His devilish grin made it hard to look away

His extraordinary courage made every play

A one-man show for all to behold

And soon, his jerseys would all be sold

Men, women, children alike

Would flock from miles to see the site

All adorned in the number eighty

Many wishing to be called his lady

From battle to battle he did not disappoint

And those who beheld him were quite ready to anoint

“The greatest thing since sliced bread”, they proclaimed

And so, his glory would soon reach his fame

For many years he’d reign supreme

Living that of which most only dream

He’d run, he’d hit, he’d score, he’d win

Leading his squad with his valor within

The best of the best, he was a man amongst boys

Dare get in his way, and surely be destroyed

He’d disarm challengers with not more than a flick

But even to catch him one must have been quick

And to the victor undoubtedly went the spoils

Well deserved they were as hard as he toiled

After his triumphs he’d claim maidens quite fair

He conquered his wenches pair after pair

He collected his riches for all of his brilliance,

His strength, his daring, and his resilience

‘Twas a fairytale story of a man so bold

So splendid and grand, for years ‘twould be told.

Yet this man with locks so gold and true

This man, destined to don the blue

His fate would not always be so kind

For, adoration is often blind

His locks remained and his grin wore steady

Yet for what was to come next, he was surely not ready

This statue of a man, so strapping, so sturdy

Would soon find himself on the sidelines hurting

One frigid night in the town called New York

A battle raged, seemed more like a war

One side hit, while the other hit back

The men in blue were on the attack

At that moment right then something went askew

For the man with locks so gold and true

He heard a snap so profound

Then hurled and tumbled towards the ground

His legions watched in awe and fright

This was not like any other night

Their gallant hero had fallen then

Never to be the same again

In days, and weeks, and months to come

He was not to be heard from

Yet for some odd reason his troops stood tall

They continued to win despite it all

Those who once loved him quickly forgot

As other men sufficiently filled his spot

And though they lacked his charm and skill

The men in blue would win still

And so for this proud, great soldier

He was left to watch and grow a year older

As his comrades would prevail without him

His future began to look quite grim

Soon banished from the town of York quite new

This man with locks so gold and true

Could take with him pride for how he played

Leaving only behind his Shockey Brigade