@ DAL 2024-12-22

On a Sunday bright in Tampa Bay, The crowd awaited the NFL play. But whispers spread through the air so thin: “Baker’s hurt, yet he’s going in.” A head once rattled, a mind unclear, But Baker stood tall, dismissing fear. The doctors warned, the trainers pled, Yet courage drove him where heroes tread. With the pirate flag flying high, The Bucs took the field under Florida’s sky. A wobble, a stumble, a faltering start, But grit and fire burned in his heart. The first drive sputtered, the second brought doubt, Opponents jeered, fans cried out. But Baker, the underdog, rose again, With the strength of legends, the will of ten. A slant, a spiral, a pinpoint throw, Through the defense he began to flow. Scrambling left, juking right, He turned the tide with sheer delight. With seconds left, the score was tight, The end zone beckoned, the crowd alight. Baker rolled out, a dive through pain, Touchdown scored, the victory gained! Concussed? Perhaps. But mighty and bold, A tale of Baker forever told. For on that field, with stakes so high, He proved a Buccaneer will always try.