This is a poem that I would like to dedicate to the one and only Randall Cobb.
Young sir from the Volunteer State
Thank you for your years with the Big Blue
They sure were great
Watching you cut and knife through the opponent's D
Was something great to behold
And filled the Nation of Blue with glee
The number 18 shone white or blue upon your chest
But you were more than human at times
Sometimes that 18 might as well have been an "S"
But, lo! You have heard the NFL's Siren Song
You will now depart from us
All we will have is the memories before long!
The memories of you being the thorn in the side
Of the Dirty Cardinals year after year
Allowed me to swell with boastful pride
Who! Who shall take your place!
I cannot see your equal at present
Hence the tears that stream down my face
But at least we had you, man with eyes so blue
Your play was magnificent
Hopefully another on this team will take your cue
I bid thee farewell, Randall! God's Speed in the pros
Nothing but the best for you sir
As for now, your departure has filled me with woe
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