'Twas The Night Before The Outback Bowl

Not  creature was stirring, not even a game cock...

16 hours and 13 minutes. Let do it!

The jerseys were hung by the lockers with care, in the hope that saint Tacopants would soon be there.

things just couldn't be the same....

We're getting ready for a party, a good buzz, and great snacks.

Pedo State and the Joe-hadists

and petty little man Dantoniorellio

 

the night before the first playoff game will be more exciting. I probably will not be able to sleep. Tonight I will sleep well. Especially after all this alcohol I'm consuming.

‘Twas the night before Christmas.

And all through the van, your old buddy Matt had fallen asleep on the can.

His two kids were nestled two time zones away with his first wife and her husband in sunny LA.

Ol’ Matt woke up and realized with a chill and a quiver that he was living in a van down by the river!

I wish there was more football games on. The wife is watching 60 minutes and the poor make a wish kid they did the story about has died. Fuck cancer!

 

there arose such a Clatter I jumped from my seat to see whats a Matter

Hurst's bringing lots of sacks, for Gary's, and Bush's.

Just wait until Peters connects, with D.P.J's!

had just settled down to watch every snap

When what did we hear on the nearby Police Scanner?

Those dastardly Buckeyes had pulled down the Banner

Then the voice of ole Ufer ...You remember that date

they certainly would face and a dastardly fate

The moon on the breast of a new Fallen snow

meant  soon it would be YES! First and Ten to Go

When out on the Field there arose such a Clatter

I sprang from seat to see whats a Matter

and What to my wondering eyes would appear

Santa Harbaugh, and Brown and all of their gear

With Running backs and receivers so nimble and quck

and A defense that made the opponents quite literally sick

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came

and he whistled and shouted and called them by name

On Peters, on Higdon, on Mcdoom oh so Speedy

On Hurst and Mason and Juwan Bushell-Beatty

till the end of the game  you must never yield

now dash away dash away run down the field

There eyes how they twinkled their smiles so merry

with every Sack of the quarterback by MR Rashad Gary

He was Chubby and Plump a right jolly old Guy 

detroying offenses with hardly a Try

They spoke nary a word and went straght to work

Scoring TD upon TD Take that Clowney ya Jerk

After the Thrashing was over I heard them Exclaim

Prepare for "18" and a dozen pefect games

And off the Field they went with Maize and Blue pads

With Harbaugh in Charge we are in Excellent hands!

8-0 in Bowl games the Big Ten Will Be

watch the sad little faces of the S -E-C

Now ESPN will not discuss such matters 

But ended the season with their reputation in tatters!

 

GO BLUE......... WIN THE GAME!!!

 

 

 

 

Nickle and Nickle 2012.

+10 for the Speedy and Beatty rhyme.