A VISIT FROM ST. CLINT

'Twas the night before D-Con,
and all through the night...
not a deck was constructed,
not even one site.

The binders were strewn,
around the room without care...
In hopes that St. Clint,
soon would be there.

The Philly crew was nestled,
all snug in their beds...
while visions of Girard,
danced in their heads.

Both Bordiers in PJ's,
and Hodur with his cap...
Had just settled down,
for a quick little nap.

When outside the hotel room,
there arose some chatter...
I sprang from my bed,
to see what was the matter.

I ran to the door,
to see what was there...
I didn't care what I looked like,
not even my hair.

When, what to my astonished
eyes should appear...
But an Origins champion,
and Jon Van de Meer.

I saw him once in Ohio,
so I didn't need a hint...
There was no mistaking,
It must be St. Clint.

More people than a movie star,
his followers they came...
And he cursed and spat venom,
and called them by name.

Now, Scrub! Now, Loser!
Now, Lewis and Sells!
We have decks to build,
and my head to swell!!!

He came to the door,
his ideas in tact...
he said "Where's your cards?"
So I showed him my stack.

He said "How's your decks?"
As I looked at the piles...
He said, "You better get started,
I can only stay a while!"

So he pulled out some cards,
and showed me some tech...
He was beating my ass,
Because Steven built his deck.

It was getting late,
and the tourney was approaching...
He said "I must go"
I have to do more coaching.

So he sprang to his feet,
and was gone down the ramp...
He said "Even if I lose tomorrow,
I am still the Origin's Champ!!!"


by John Lolli
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"Clint, just a little Christmas fun!!!"