A Poem for the Season…..
T’was seven days before Christmas and all through the State,
Wolfies and Rams were at very high levels of ANTICIPATE
The light blue fans were cloistered before the big screen TV
With visions of Hairston and McDonald wrapped under their tree….
The red clad bunch had trepidation and a lot of fear..
As the sound of Rocky Top was deafening in their ear.
Coach Gott arrived in the land of Orange with a mission.
To have a road win against some formidable competition.
He shouted and called his team by name
On TJ, on Cat….and to the big guy, Vandy
Go out and play like your posteriors are not made of CANDY
So the lads hit shots and got more than one rebound
Until the strains of Rocky Top was a diminishing sound.
The Wolfies were victorious in the land of Orange.
BUT in the Dome….Evil lurked all dressed in Orange.
McDonald was greeted with a thunderous roar
The team played with a tempo that most would abhor
Smiling Ricky was also there on the floor
If Dean had been there, he, too, would have been restrained all the more.
The crowd was stunned as Karl and his clowns tweeted
The atmosphere in the dome soon overheated
At the end, old Roy was laughing….in spite of his ire
Defeated and mad as HECK to the presser he would retire
Old Roy was furious and did not mince or mutter…
Saying things that even Barry Hinson (hint – SIU) dare not utter.
Suggesting his lads should be playing lady’s soccer ball
Rather than the once vaulted UNC Basketball
In the end it was not a pretty nor glorious site.
He even wanted to start practice at Midnight.
To heck with Santa…..I really hate RED
Because at 5 AM we must spring from our Bed.
With that not a word more did we hear…
But, under his breath, “I need a beer”
As he left the room, he turned and yelled….
“I’m not happy, guys. I am not in the dadgum Christmas spirit.”
Happy Christmas to all Wolfie fans and to all a Wolfpack GOOD NIGHT….
We retirees have WAY too much time on our hands…..
