So when I read the post earlier "Perfect Storm"
I thought to myself ahhhh, what!?!? I have now heard it all, Rich's tenure compared to the Edmund Fitzgerald. After wondering what the hell was going on I decided the next logical step in this crazy comparison was to rewrite the damn song, (crazy in itself, I know) it makes about as much sense as the damn OP.
Props to my boy Gordon Lightfoot for the original words I was able to parody.
So here it is in all its glory boys...now I just hope you enjoy it!
The Wreck of the Richard Rodriguez
The legend lives on from The Brown Jug on down
Of the stadium that they call the Big House
The House, it is said, never gives up her Stead
When the games of November turn gloomy.
With a roster and core – Just as good as before?
Some said Lloyd Carr left the cupboard empty
This good team of blue was a bone to be chewed
When the games of November came early
The new coach was the pride of the hillbilly side
In a state people call West Virginia
As big coaches go his name was bigger than most
But not as big as his buyout
Some papers went POOF? Phone calls to recruits
Then they left fully loaded for A squared
Its all for naught but 3 terrible years for a yacht
Les was a Hailing, while Martin was sailing
The ire of the freep and alums dug in deep
And no more waves broke out in the Big House
And every fan knew, as the Coach did, too,
T'was the games of 08’ left them seething.
First downs came too late and the touchdowns had to wait
When the games of 09’ came a slashing
Saturday afternoons came and we cried like a dame
Leaving us long for Saturdays of hash bashing
With 2010 done “to watch them was fun”
Some said David, its too rough to keep um
As a man tried and true, David gave him his due
Some said Coach it's been good to know ya.
The Coach wired in not even here Vince L. could win
And the great team and fans was in peril
Sanctions, the Freep, no wins against a rivalry
Came the wreck of Richard Rodriguez.
Does anyone know where the love of Josh Grobin goes
When the waves hello turn to flipping the bird
The Walmart-a-rines say, its time to lean Spartys way
But us true fans we never did wonder
David flew here to there, our concerns not a care
Jim, Pat,Les, A flying pizza, Flight Tracker
And through all that smoke is left one Coach Brady Hoke
Hail to the Victors our Maize and Blue backer
Ohio State rolls, Sparty nation sings
In the down years of our historic program
Old Michigan will be back, Big Ten asses we’ll stack
The Big House is for Mich-i-gan Men.
And the future will show that school in O-hi-oooo
Takes players that Michigan sends her
And Big Ten championships go as the players all know
With the games of November remembered.
In a musty old hall in Livonia they sang
At the Michigan Football Banquet
“You Raise Me Up” was sang almost 85 times
For each man coached by Richard Rodriguez.
The legend lives on from the deck of Dominics on down
Of the stadium that they call The Big House
It’s Michigan for God Sake, he said at the wake
Captain Hoke its been sure great to meet yaaaaa