'Twas the Night Before Signing Day - A Poem

'Twas the night before signing day, and all through the blog
Not a creature was productive, chasing info like dogs.
The users mashed F5 on their computers with care,
In hopes that some five stars soon would be there.
Writers of diaries were nestled snug in their bed;
While visions of swim lanes danced in their head.
And Brian in his 'kerchief, and Ace in his tee,
Had just settled themselves for a long NSD,
When out on the Twitter there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my desk to see what was the matter.
Away to the browser I flew like a flash,
Closed down all my work tabs and opened crootin' ones quite fast.
Would it be new Ballz, giving us hope that stars would show?
Or merely a hype video, and let the the negbang then flow?
But nay! It was better, to my hopeful eyes did appear,
A flurry of stars for the signing, some we held quite dear.
With an excited star coach, shirtless in a gym,
I knew in a moment he must be Coach Jim.
More enthusiasm than known to mankind did he claim,
As he chased after recruits, and called them by game:
"Now, blockers! now, pass rush! now safeties and corners!
On, runners! on, receivers! on, tight ends and Quarters!
To the top of the conference! to the top of it all!
Now to the classroom and weight room! Go get ready for the fall!"
As commits did come in steadily, fast on the fly,
The fans knew the year would be great, and they cheered to the sky;
So up to the Big House the commits they flew
With a star filled two-deep, and Coach Harbaugh too—
And then, in a twinkling, I heard it online
The cheering and screaming of every Wolverine.
As I thought of my real job, and was turning around,
To the SotS Coach Harbaugh came with a bound.
He was dressed all in khaki, maize, and blue,
And he looked quite satisfied, making sure our commits had stayed true;
A bundle of LOIs he had gotten from the fax,
And he couldn't have been happier as he reviewed the stacks.
His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And we cheered as he introduced all the new players to the show.
A cold glass of whole milk, he kept close at hand;
And he cheered and sang along to the sound of the band.
Coach Jim had a proud face and a renowned dad body
And quickly did the signing turn to a grand celebration and party!
The coaches couldn't be happier, the day could not have better,
And everyone shouted in joy at each incoming letter.
Coach Jim gave a wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
I knew as long as I wasn't a ref I had nothing to dread;
He finished his intros and went straight to his work,
And coached up every player, throwing balls with a jerk,
And laying his hand atop his Bo hat,
And giving a yell, chests of QBs he did bat;
He sprang to the sideline, to his team gave a whistle,
And to the Victors they'd charge, overburdened with hustle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—
"Go Blue to you all, and to all a good night!"