Roger Goodell, Nevermore: The Terrell Suggs Interview According to Edgar Allan Poe

Methought, the light grew dimmer, I know the Niners saw a glimmer
Swung by Goodell whose foot-falls tinkled on the Superdome floor.
'Vegas!,' I cried, 'Parlor tricks lent thee -- by the Commish he has sent thee,
You really must believe he always has something up his sleeve!'
He simply could not abide, letting us have this one in a landslide,
Quoth the raven, 'Nevermore.'

'Prophet!' said I, 'Ray Lewis -- he knew Goodell had screwed us!'
Whether tempter sent, or whether a blackout tossed thee here ashore,
We remained undaunted, on this astroturf enchanted -
and saw Jim Harbaugh haunted: 'It was a hold, I implore!'
But the only poisoned hand I saw was Roger's grab for ratings score 
Quoth the raven, 'Nevermore.'

But does it end at Bowl Super? Doth the devil still be a duper?
By that spiral that bends above us -- by that ring we all adore -
I tell you now E-60 hour, it doesn't end with outaged power,
With the sainted Broncos' Elway, on the sideline talking I saw -
And it's like hmmm, and I was like, huh, I know who he's going for!
Quoth the raven, 'Nevermore.'

In the box he's supposed to be, not laughing with Johnny E
If it's what I see when from the tunnel I run and roar
I know he'll deny it - is anything surer than he'll try it?
You should be certain the field of play is always and forever even lore
Goodell's not worth ten mill a year (he actually makes twenty-nine four)
Quoth the raven, 'Nevermore.'