‘Twas the night before signing day and all through The Hall,
not one coach was stirring, nope not at all.
The fax machine primed and serviced with care,
in hopes that LOI’s soon would be there.
The recruits were nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of The Big House danced in their heads.
Coach Nuss in his pj’s, and Mattison in his cap,
were settling their brains for a short, anxious nap.
When out in the lobby there arose such a clatter,
Coach Manning jumped up to see what was the matter.
The fax machine beeped, surely it is not broke?
They all knew in that moment it was only Coach Hoke.
The letters poured in, his players they came,
He whistled and shouted and called them by name.
Now Peppers, now Furbush, now Maurice R. Ways,
On Jared, on Juwann, on Lawrence, and Chase.
Coach Hoke was excited, but wait something’s wrong.
Two more of his players should be coming along.
Finally he sighed, of course he wasn’t crazy,
letters came through signed Ian and Brady.
Coach Hoke sprung to his office, to his staff gave a wink,
they brewed up some coffee for them all to drink.
The coaches looked charged, excited, and revived,
just in time to focus on Team 135.