My Thoughts On The Game From This Past Weekend
I didn’t really say anything about the Clemson & USC game from this past weekend yesterday on this blog—and I have recently been inspired to dig deep within myself and share with you all a poem that I wrote that expresses exactly how I feel concerning the game.
(If you are not from the state of SC then you probably will not understand—I apologize…I will be back to “normal” tomorrow!)
The Game
Twas the week before Thanksgiving,
and all through the State—
The people were all chatting
about an endless debate.
The teams were ready,
their seasons on track…
and the fans were all busy
running their smack!
“We’re number 19,”
said the fans from SC,
And this is OUR YEAR
for a sure victory.
“We’ve got Steve Spurrier,
he’ll know what to do.”
But remember—you had Lou
and we whipped him too!!!
So the game began slowly,
in fact, it was a bore—
the teams went in at halftime
with a tied score.
But the second half proved fatal
for the USC crowd—
even though when that stupid rooster crowed
they all had to scream loud!
“Oh no, the Clemson player…
he fumbled the punt.”
We’re up, 9-6…
let’s start the fun!
But Charlie and James
played it all cool…
And when it was 1st and 35—
the roosters began to drool!
But Clemson began driving…
Carolina—what was your defense smokin’—
cause on third down
you left Curtis wide open!
Then James Davis told the team—
“just get on my back…
I’ll carry us to victory
and we’ll never look back!”
Touchdown Clemson
we’re up 13-9
and already the USC fans
were starting to whine!
But what, a ray of hope,
they had one last chance—
they began driving the ball
and planning to dance!
Blake dropped back
and threw to the wind…
“oh no,” the roosters cried,
“intercepted AGAIN!!!”
Then Charlie rushed forward
and time had expired
The players all celebrated
And Steve thought—“This is why Lou retired!”
So USC fans—
you lost yet again
to a team you say is weak—
if this is so—why can’t you win?
You talked so much smack
and tried to show no fear—
but now it’s the same thing you always say-
“Just wait ‘till next year!”
Speaking of next year
I have some advice
Take it or leave it
you don’t have to pay a price!
But wait ‘till the game is over
AND if you manage to win—
THEN you can run your smack…
and not let your mouth overload your rear-end!
GO TIGERS!