Oh the tales a tunnel can tell
Of the bloodied warriors and mindful coaches
The dust kicks up and one is taken aback
Aback to a simpler time
A time when a team searched in vain for greatness
A time when the city hated and loved its’ team
A tunnel which opened to the world yet was covered in wire
The legends which roamed this sacred hall
From Brown, Brown and the Cleveland Browns
To Bednarick, Landry and Layne.
The long, dark tunnel has hosted many greats
Boxing and Hollywood have taken a stroll or two
From Marciano to Eastwood.
A number have called it home too
Nomellini, the Million Dollar Backfield and the Gold Rush
Albert, Brodie and St. Clair to name a few
Listen closely and you can hear the echoes.
The echo of greatness is deafening.
Though time grows old, the old tunnel stands true.
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