Since the Mailman asked, I dotted this chapter shortly after Super Bowl 45:
Ted Is Trapped In The Closet, Chap. 69
When Sherman ruled this part of the world
We wore crowns of green and mustard pearls
Life was merrily drenched in the playoffs
Losing was a bitch we ain’t ever heard of
By and by, the odd polar bear stole the throne
And he turned our fragile beauty into stone
When Favor was our knight in shining amour
We vanquished every foe in the epics of Homer
We slain the Bears, Queens and fucking Lions
We ruled the North like Neo in fucking Zion
By and by, the odd polar bear stole the throne
And he turned Favor’s fragile beauty into stone
Butte is the catcher in the fucking rye
He’s the apple of the polar bear’s eyes
Life now feels like a mother’s warm touch
And it’s so fucking Butteyous in the clutch
And so the odd polar bear sits on his throne
A smile on his face and a heart of stone