Aug 8, 2014; Jacksonville, FL, USA; Jacksonville Jaguars quarterback Blake Bortles (5) throws the ball during the second quarter of the game against the Tampa Bay Buccaneers at EverBank Field. Mandatory Credit: Melina Vastola-USA TODAY Sports

A visit from St. Bortles

It’s only the preseason, I know. As a Jags fan I’ve never had more hope though, and I can only express these “happy” feelings through a poem. This hopeful and happy feeling is just so bizarre to me.
‘Twas the night of the first preseason game, and all through Duval
fans were stirring, let’s do this y’all;
The Jags flags were hung by the tailgate with care,
In hopes that St. Bortles soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their cabana seats,
Good God at this heat;
And mamma in her Duval ’til we die shirt, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for the very first snap,

When out on the field there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the pool to see what was the matter.
Away to the from the pool I flew like a flash,
I leaned over the Budzone and let out a gasp.

The moon on the breast of the giant video boards show
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a team all in black and teal, facing the Tampa Bay Buccaneers,

With a brand new quarterback, so strong and immortal,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Bortles.
More rapid than eagles his passes they came,
And he called out, and shouted, and called them by name;

“Now, Hurns! now, Brown! now, Taylor and Thomas!
On, Tialavea! on Ta’ufo’ou! on, Ewing and Lewis!
To the back of the endzone! to the sticks!
Now dash away! dash away! let there be no picks!”

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up the field the receivers they flew,
On them rest all of our hopes and dreams, and St. Borltes too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard in the crowd
I feel so happy, I want to admit to being a Jags fan out loud.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
More fans cried out “what is this feeling? Am I proud?”

He was dressed all in white, black, and teal, from his head to his foot,
And since he wasn’t sacked six times he wasn’t covered in dirt and soot;
The hopes of a city he has on his back,
And he looked like a savior, a night in shining armor with no cracks.

His passes — how accurate! his footwork how clean!
More than this from a preseason game it’s hard to glean!
His arm when passing was drawn up like a bow,
And I exclaimed “oh, that was such a good throw!”

His mouthpiece he held tight in his teeth,
And the o-line they protected and surrounded him like wreath;
He executed the plan with precision like he was Machiavelli,
I bet this totally makes Blaine Gabbert jelly.

He was tall and strong, a right perfect ole quarterback,
And I smiled when I saw him, he might not be another hack;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He went straight to his work,
And played his series; then turned with a jerk,
suddenly trotting off the field he goes,
And giving a nod, from the crowd the cheers rose;

He sprang to the sideline, to his team gave a high five,
And we all clamored for him to get another drive.
But I heard him exclaim, don’t worry this isn’t goodbye,

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