The Indianapolis Colts will place rookie NT Josh Chapman on the Injured-Reserved List today, according to Chapman's twitter account. The 5th-round pick out of Alabama is rehabbing from surgery to repair a torn ACL, an injury on which he played most of the 2011 season. Chapman started the season on the Colts Physically Unable to Perform list, but was recently moved to the active roster, in the hopes that he would be able to contribute down the stretch.
The Chapman news comes a day after the Colts lost starting DE Fili Moala to a knee injury of his own, leaving the Colts with no depth along the defensive line. No word yet on what signings the Colts will make to fill the open roster spots.
Chapman going on IR marks the official end to "Chapmas." After the jump, read the hit poem, "The Grigson who Stole Chapmas" by Colts Authority Reader Garrison!
The Grigson who Stole Chapmas
Every Hoosier Down in Hoosierville Liked Chapmas a lot…
But the Grigson, Who lived just North of Hoosierville, Did NOT!
The Grigson hated Chapmas! The whole Chapmas season! Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason. It could be that his helmet didn’t fit on quite right. It could be, perhaps, that his cleats were too tight. But I think that the most likely reason of all May have been that his D-line was two sizes too small.
But, Whatever the reason, the line, or his cleats, He stood there on Chapmas Eve, hating the Hoosiers, Staring down from his cave with a sour, Griggsy frown At the warm lighted windows below in their town. For he knew every Hoosier down in Hoosierville beneath Was busy now, hanging a horseshoe wreath.
"And they're hanging their stockings!" he snarled with a sneer. "Tomorrow is Chapmas! It's practically here!" Then he growled, with his Grig-fingers nervously drumming, "I MUST find a way to keep Chapmas from coming!" For, tomorrow, he knew…
…All the Hoosier girls and boys Would wake up bright and early. They'd rush for the game! And then! Oh, the blame! Oh, the blame! Blame! Blame! Blame! That's one thing he hated! The BLAME! BLAME! BLAME! BLAME!
Then the Hoosiers, young and old, would sit down for their treat. And they'd tweet! And they'd tweet! And they'd TWEET! TWEET! TWEET! TWEET! They would start on Arians, and rare 4th-down-calls, Which was something the coach couldn't stand quite at all!