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Twas The Night Before The BU Michigan Game
With apologies to Clement Clarke Moore,
Twas the night before the Michigan game, to be played in our Coliseum.
And loyal BU fans were estatic, hoping lots of fans will finally come to see em.
The basketballs were in their racks, stored with care.
Waiting for the BU team to shoot them through the air.
The players were nestled all snug in their beds.
While visions of upsetting the Wolverines danced in their heads.
And Coach Ford with his clipboard, met with Assistant Coach Graham,
to decide if they should try zone or go with man to man
The moon of the night, gave way to the sun of mid day.
It was fast approaching game time and the start of play.
When, what to my wondering eyes should finally appear?
But a school van loaded with players in their basketball gear!
With a driver wearing red, his bald head glistening after a shave.
I knew in a moment it must be Coach Geno along with his Braves!
Faster than deer his courses they came.
And he blew his whistle, and shouted, and called them by name
Now Pickett! Now, Shayok! Now Lemmon and Bell!
On, Egolf! On, Eastman! On, on Prosser and Wells!
To the end of the lane! To the top of the rim!
Now dunk away! Dunk away! Make sure to finish them!
They spoke not a word, but went right to the court.
And filled the rims with baskets, and set screens that actually worked!
They took shots with the refs holding 3 fingers over their heads
And knocked down jumper after jumper, until their opponents were dead!
As the clock wound down, and the zebras blew the final whistle
Thousands of students flew onto the court like the down of a thistle
But I heard Coach Ford scream, as he ran into the locker room out of sight
Merry Christmas to all, and to Michigan and their fans, GOOD NIGHT
Twas the night before the Michigan game, to be played in our Coliseum.
And loyal BU fans were estatic, hoping lots of fans will finally come to see em.
The basketballs were in their racks, stored with care.
Waiting for the BU team to shoot them through the air.
The players were nestled all snug in their beds.
While visions of upsetting the Wolverines danced in their heads.
And Coach Ford with his clipboard, met with Assistant Coach Graham,
to decide if they should try zone or go with man to man
The moon of the night, gave way to the sun of mid day.
It was fast approaching game time and the start of play.
When, what to my wondering eyes should finally appear?
But a school van loaded with players in their basketball gear!
With a driver wearing red, his bald head glistening after a shave.
I knew in a moment it must be Coach Geno along with his Braves!
Faster than deer his courses they came.
And he blew his whistle, and shouted, and called them by name
Now Pickett! Now, Shayok! Now Lemmon and Bell!
On, Egolf! On, Eastman! On, on Prosser and Wells!
To the end of the lane! To the top of the rim!
Now dunk away! Dunk away! Make sure to finish them!
They spoke not a word, but went right to the court.
And filled the rims with baskets, and set screens that actually worked!
They took shots with the refs holding 3 fingers over their heads
And knocked down jumper after jumper, until their opponents were dead!
As the clock wound down, and the zebras blew the final whistle
Thousands of students flew onto the court like the down of a thistle
But I heard Coach Ford scream, as he ran into the locker room out of sight
Merry Christmas to all, and to Michigan and their fans, GOOD NIGHT
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