Twas the night before football, and all through the south Not a creature was stirring, not even Spurriers mouth The helmets were hung in the lockers with care, In hopes that some titles soon would be there: The students were drinking, not yet in their beds: While visions of touchdowns danced in our heads: While 2-bits in his tie, and I in my jersey, Had hoped that coach Boom would prove himself worthy, Last season at the swamp was sad and a fright, Muschamp letting Roper loose would be a welcome sight Away to the tailgate they drove like a flash Tore open a cold one, replenish the stash, When what to my wondering eyes did appear, A vision so beautiful I could see it co clear, A no huddle offense, so lively and quick I knew in a moment this was the trick, More fluid than Noles his players they came, Coach boom cursed, had an aneurism and called them by name: Now, Driskell! now Taylor, now DRob, and Jones On Dunbar, on Fulwood, and Andre Debose, To the top of the east! to the top of the heights! The noles, and the bulldogs they trembled with freight! It will be like the 90s the footballs will fly, This year on third down, well go to the sky! So up to the swamp and the bleachers they flew, It cant be like last year, that much they knew, As I spent the day watching and looking around I knew that the seminoles would not win the crown, A bundle of crab legs he had flung on his back, some day to the slammer is that rapists track The gators were waiting for days like Tebow We wont loose 8 games till the swamp is covered in snow A snap of the ball and a spiral overhead Soon let us know we had nothing to dread They danced in the endzone, but never a twerk A disciple of Saban, but not such a jerk Off the beautiful pump fake the defenders froze, Shot up the rankings the gators they rose He lept to midfield, to do his familiar whistle Oh, yes its 2-bits I shot up like a missle But I heard him exclaim as he lead us to fight Happy Gameday to all, to all our delight.
Posted on: Sat, 30 Aug 2014 12:34:36 +0000
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