Twas the night before kickoff, and all through the Swamp... All the Cowboys were stirring for fear of being Stomped. Away were the fans all snug in their beds, While Big Blue visions danced in their heads. Eli in full pads, JPP in his cap... had just settled down for a late summer's nap. When all of a sudden there arose such a clatter, Cruz stopped his Salsa to see what was the matter. And what to his wondering eyes should appear, but Big Michael Strahan with a grin from ear to ear! Now Hakeem! Now Osi! Now Ahmad and Wilson! On Justin! On Boley! On Kenny and Hixon! He sprang to the sideline, to his team he gave a whistle, and behind him they flew, like a pack of missiles. But I heard him exclaim on this Tuesday night, Merry Football's Eve to all... and to all a good night.