With due credit to the unknown author of the following:
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 outmanned.
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
Hahaha I knew you’d have something to say on this!
Totally unrelated, but on Monday look at my blog for a discussion of my mostly companion.
I cawn’t, cawn’t, cawn’t wait!!! Really, I tried hard to remain geographically anonymous and neutral, but the win was almost too much to Bear.
I believe in my heart that Eloise would have forsaken the Giants to root for the Tide. Nanny, pass me a cigar…
~~ssm
Oh, this is good! Not a Bama fan nor Irish fan but had to pull for a SEC team. It was a disappointing game to say the least. FL vs. BAMA was a much better game.
Agreed – FL/Bama games are always good. Even better will be Bama facing Texas A&M again – looking forward to that one already.
~~ssm
With connections to both schools, I guess it’s a good thing I don’t much care for football. The poem however, was awesome!
You can go ahead and pull for Alabama if you’re ever on the fence again
~~ssom
Well I may not be on the fence for too long as my daughter’s been accepted there and we are headed that way on Friday for an interview with the Blount Undergraduate Initiative Program. Time will tell.
Every once in a while I’ve read something fabulous to the Night Before Christmas beat. This is great. Thanks for sharing.
Wish I could locate the author! Thanks, Ms. Tess. Hope you’re staying warm up there.
~~ssm