Ode To Timber Jim

If it weren't for the past, we wouldn't be in the present, or have a future. Let's start things off right by taking a moment to honor one of the Timbers greatest icons, Timber Jim. Here's a little ditty I penned a few years back (thanks to The Who for the inspiration):

Ode To Timber Jim
 

Ever since I was a young boy,

I’ve watched the Timbers ball,

From Multnomah down to Civic

I must have seen them all.

But I ain’t seen nothing like Jim

In any kit or scarf

That bearded, loud, and lithe man

Sure wields a mean chain saw!

He stands like a statue

Becomes part of his machine

Feeling all the rivets

Always oiled clean

Cuts by intuition

The wooden chips they fall

That bearded, loud, and lithe man

Sure wields a mean chain saw!!

He’s a chainsaw wizard,

To the crowd he holds a fist.

A chainsaw wizard,

S’got such a supple wrist.

How do you think he does it?

I don’t know!

What makes him so good?

Ain’t got no distractions,

Can’t hear no whistles or calls,

Don’t see no cards a flashin’

Hews by sense of smell.

Always gets a replay,

Never wilts at all,

That bearded loud, and lithe man

Sure wields a mean chainsaw!!!

I thought I was

The Timbers Army king.

But I just handed

My chainsaw crown to him.

Even on my favorite turf

He can cut the best.

His disciples lead him in

And he just does the rest.

He does crazy flips from rafters

Never seen him fall.

That bearded, loud, and lithe man

Sure wields a mean chainsaw!!!!