'Twas the night game at Southern
and all through my house
not a member of my family stirring
especially my spouse
the shotguns were stored
by the front door with care
in hopes that my daughter's boyfriend
would not sneak in there
the young children were nestled
all snug in their beds
while visions of Shumperts
danced in their heads
my buddy Tyler with his sixpack
and I in my cap
had just settled in for the early game recaps
when on my tv there arose such a clatter
I turned up the volume to see what was the matter
away to ESPN I flew like a flash
just in time to see a long 'Bama TD dash
with the Tide up big and set to rollin'
I killed a few moments watching some movie with Josh Brolin
for the game that I wanted so desperately to appear
was still an hour from kickoff; MSU football: not yet near
Some late Pac-12 action helped the time to pass quick,
And finally, oh finally, it was time for first kick.
More rapid than eagles the touchdowns came,
Dak whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now, De'Runnya! here, Fred Ross! and Gus Walley too!
Seam routes, and wheel routes, for each one of you!
Rushing 'round the ends! score before you fall!
Save some for Nick James; he's coming in to run the ball"
With the game well in hand; the outcome quite clear
it was time for some crowd shots, and Dan Mullen there and here
The playsheet he used held tight in his teeth,
And his visor, it encircled his head like a wreath;
His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples, how sweaty!
I was starting to see the comparisons to Cousin Eddie!
He headed off the field with a victory in tow,
And congratulated his QB for putting on quite a show;
He sprang to his bus, to his driver gave a nod,
And the team loaded up for the 2 a.m. trod.
But I heard him exclaim, to fans of dogs (bull)—
a Hail State to all,
