🏈 Twas the Night of the Championship

[252BAMA]

‘Twas the night of the Championship, and all through South Beach,
Notre Dame fans were saying, “Another title’s in reach!”
The luck of the Irish had carried them through, with wins over Pittsburgh and even Purdue.
The Domers were nestled all snug in their seats, with visions of crystal…just one team to beat!

And I in my houndstooth and crimson and white, knew for the Irish, it could be a long night.

When out of the tunnel there arose such a thunder, fans stood to their feet with amazement and wonder.
The ground shook like an earthquake had just hit the field, and I felt Irish fear beginning to build.
They scattered and looked for some place to hide, as the announcer proclaimed, “And here comes the Tide!”
I sang “Yea Alabama,” yes I sang every word, as Notre Dame marveled at the elephant herd.
Led by a man both lively and quick, everyone knew that he was St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles, his coursers they came. He whistled and shouted and called them by name.
“Now Lacy! Now Milliner, McCarron and Fluker! On Barrett! On Mosely! On Warmack and Cooper!
Miami is where Notre Dame’s luck shall end. The BCS trophy is ours to defend!”
Then after the kickoff, a beating began. The Irish now knew that they were out manned.
They tried to get going, but never could start. They were just simply no match for the defense of Smart.
Brian Kelly cried out, “This just isn’t fair! Saban was given a month to prepare!”
But his cries were not heard, they fell on deaf ears. “We have to adjust! We have to switch gears!”
Then Notre Dame ran what nobody expected. They faked the reverse, but the pass was deflected.
The ball was picked off! The crowd let out a roar, as the Bama defender walked in for the score.
Saban spoke not a word to his crimson machine. As the seconds ticked off, to number 15.
If one thing was learned in Miami that night, it’s that you don’t bring a leprechaun to an elephant fight.
And I heard the crowd yell to the losers in blue, “We just beat the hell outta you!”

 

[PhillyGirl]

AWESOME. Just what I needed to get in the Championship/Christmas spirit! I hope St. Nick brings another good present this year ..

 

[RollllTide!]

Nice to get in the Christmas Spirit Roll Tide Style. Here is a letter from St. Nick

http://bleacherreport.com/articles/...all-and-to-all-roll-tide-says-christmas-santa

 

[PhillyGirl]

Nice to get in the Christmas Spirit Roll Tide Style. Here is a letter from St. Nick

http://bleacherreport.com/articles/...all-and-to-all-roll-tide-says-christmas-santa

Looks like they gotta update that article to 14 championships, not 12 :icon_cheers: .. and hopefully 15, in 26 days!

 

[doemasters]

added to the Coach Saban Christmas card

 

[252BAMA]

Lest we forget. Or for those too young to have seen it.


'Twas New Year's night and all through the South
Hurricane fans were running their mouth
The banners were hung in the Dome with care
In anticipation that Gino soon would be there

Cane fans had been nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of Sugar Bowls danced in their heads
When what to their wandering eyes should appear
The team that they said should never be here

When out on the field, there arose such a clatter
I sprung from my seat to see what was the matter
The TIDE never faltered, the TIDE never feared
Just as I believed, the TIDE belonged here

Now, Copeland! Now, Curry! Now, Lassic and Teague!
On, Langham! On Palmer! With Stallings to lead!
From the top of the Dome, to the bottom of the Bowl
Miami did falter, and the TIDE did roll!

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly
Miami kissed their title hopes goodbye
As end over end Rohan Marley he flew
Coach Erickson said, "Now what do we do?"

But then for a moment, Miami hopes were raised
As Thomas caught the football and toward the goal line he blazed
The Canes said again, "We're tough and we're mean"
But George Teague caught Thomas and stripped the ball clean

All through the game the Tide continued to roll
To a National Title in the Sugar Bowl
When the carnage was over the Canes felt rather sick
There was no doubt about it their butts had been kicked

The CRIMSON TIDE rolled into town
And dragged their butts across the ground
And I heard them exclaim as they were licking their wounds
"If we see the TIDE again, it will be all too soon!"

The National Title we set as our goal
We got the job done in the Sugar Bowl
We're NUMBER ONE, we know it's so
Happy New Year to you and ROLL TIDE ROLL!!!

 

[Irish#1]

‘Twas the night of the Championship, and all through South Beach,
Notre Dame fans were saying, “Another title’s in reach!”
The luck of the Irish had carried them through, with wins over Pittsburgh and even Purdue.
The Domers were nestled all snug in their seats, with visions of crystal…just one team to beat!

And I in my houndstooth and crimson and white, knew for the Irish, it could be a long night.

When out of the tunnel there arose such a thunder, fans stood to their feet with amazement and wonder.
The ground shook like an earthquake had just hit the field, and I felt Irish fear beginning to build.
They scattered and looked for some place to hide, as the announcer proclaimed, “And here comes the Tide!”
I sang “Yea Alabama,” yes I sang every word, as Notre Dame marveled at the elephant herd.
Led by a man both lively and quick, everyone knew that he was St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles, his coursers they came. He whistled and shouted and called them by name.
“Now Lacy! Now Milliner, McCarron and Fluker! On Barrett! On Mosely! On Warmack and Cooper!
Miami is where Notre Dame’s luck shall end. The BCS trophy is ours to defend!”
Then after the kickoff, a beating began. The Irish now knew that they were out manned.
They tried to get going, but never could start. They were just simply no match for the defense of Smart.
Brian Kelly cried out, “This just isn’t fair! Saban was given a month to prepare!”
But his cries were not heard, they fell on deaf ears. “We have to adjust! We have to switch gears!”
Then Notre Dame ran what nobody expected. They faked the reverse, but the pass was deflected.
The ball was picked off! The crowd let out a roar, as the Bama defender walked in for the score.
Saban spoke not a word to his crimson machine. As the seconds ticked off, to number 15.
If one thing was learned in Miami that night, it’s that you don’t bring a leprechaun to an elephant fight.
And I heard the crowd yell to the losers in blue, “We just beat the hell outta you!”

Very well done. Don't agree with it, but do admire the creativity.

 

[ElephantStomp]

‘Twas the night of the Championship, and all through South Beach,
Notre Dame fans were saying, “Another title’s in reach!”
The luck of the Irish had carried them through, with wins over Pittsburgh and even Purdue.
The Domers were nestled all snug in their seats, with visions of crystal…just one team to beat!

And I in my houndstooth and crimson and white, knew for the Irish, it could be a long night.

When out of the tunnel there arose such a thunder, fans stood to their feet with amazement and wonder.
The ground shook like an earthquake had just hit the field, and I felt Irish fear beginning to build.
They scattered and looked for some place to hide, as the announcer proclaimed, “And here comes the Tide!”
I sang “Yea Alabama,” yes I sang every word, as Notre Dame marveled at the elephant herd.
Led by a man both lively and quick, everyone knew that he was St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles, his coursers they came. He whistled and shouted and called them by name.
“Now Lacy! Now Milliner, McCarron and Fluker! On Barrett! On Mosely! On Warmack and Cooper!
Miami is where Notre Dame’s luck shall end. The BCS trophy is ours to defend!”
Then after the kickoff, a beating began. The Irish now knew that they were out manned.
They tried to get going, but never could start. They were just simply no match for the defense of Smart.
Brian Kelly cried out, “This just isn’t fair! Saban was given a month to prepare!”
But his cries were not heard, they fell on deaf ears. “We have to adjust! We have to switch gears!”
Then Notre Dame ran what nobody expected. They faked the reverse, but the pass was deflected.
The ball was picked off! The crowd let out a roar, as the Bama defender walked in for the score.
Saban spoke not a word to his crimson machine. As the seconds ticked off, to number 15.
If one thing was learned in Miami that night, it’s that you don’t bring a leprechaun to an elephant fight.
And I heard the crowd yell to the losers in blue, “We just beat the hell outta you!”

Very nice! Very creative

 

[0LDSCH00L]

I don't want to brag (Yes you do!) but I wrote the first version of this poem over 30 years ago when I was just a teenager and received a letter signed by Coach Bryant for writing it!

 

[jdpas29]

roses are red violets are blue
notre dame's gonna get their butts kicked.

 

[PhillyGirl]

I don't want to brag (Yes you do!) but I wrote the first version of this poem over 40 years ago when I was just a teenager and received a letter signed by Coach Bryant for writing it!

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0LDSCH00L, that is seriously cool!!! :chat2_bow3:

 

[0LDSCH00L]

0LDSCH00L, that is seriously cool!!! :chat2_bow3:

I sure thought I was cool at 16 years old when I received that letter from Coach Bryant's office, LOL!