A College Football Poem to get the Year Started

first_imgWhile you’re here, we’d like you to consider subscribing to Pistols Firing and becoming a PFB+ member. It’s a big ask from us to you, but it also comes with a load of benefits like ad-free browsing (ads stink!), access to our premium room in The Chamber and monthly giveaways.The other thing it does is help stabilize our business into the future. As it turns out, sending folks on the road to cover games and provide 24/7 Pokes coverage like the excellent article you just read costs money. Because of our subscribers, we’ve been able to improve our work and provide the best OSU news and community anywhere online. Help us keep that up. Ed. note: this is from Jeffrey Hendrickson who wrote the whole thing out on Twitter. I thought it was great and wanted to republish in full. Here’s an ode to the 2015 season. T’was the night before footballAnd all through the stateHardly a fan could sleepSeven months was a long waitCowboys young and oldTried to sleep in their bedsAs visions of SandersRan through their headsGlenn Spence read his BibleAs Gundy hit the hair gelMike Yurcich watched game filmOn last season, they did not dwellWhen out in the darknessSuch a sound came transpiringIt woke up Dave HunzikerWho exclaimed: “PISTOLS FIRING!”Gundy fled the hotelWith a temper so gnarl someOne would think he had readA column by CarlsonThe coaches followed GundyTo the practice field of oldBut what awaited their arrivalWas a sight to beholdOn the field stood RudolphWith all polish and poiseGundy’s anger quickly meltedAs he saw his CowboysWith fire in his eyesQB 1 ran the gameHe directed his offenseAnd called them by name“Now Carson! Now Childs!Now Shepherd and Curry!On Glidden! On Seaton!On Jarwin and Murray!”“From the front of the ‘zoneto the last forty-nine!Now rush the goal! Rush the goal!Rush the goal line!”As the quarter-horse runsAnd the tornado wins fly,The Pokes moved with hasteUnder the Michigan skyIn the backfield they blitzedAnd the secondary they racedExhibiting no fearOf Chippewas soon facedThe lively battle carried onAs the hour grew longerYet as the moments passedThe Cowboys grew strongerBut all good thingsMust come to an endPracticing into the nightThe coaches ceased to defend“Time for bed” they yelledAnd the players compliedThe commands of Mike GundyCould not be defiedAs the team left the fieldCoaches marveled the sightsBut one player stood backThrowing under the lightsThe coaches called and calledBut he could not be swayedBecause, for Mase RudolphThere was still a game to be playedSo Gundy sent back the staffAnd bid them sleep tightThen encouraged young RudolphFor victory, to fight!And as the pair joinedThe rest for a dreamGundy asked RudolphHow he’ll inspire the team“They all want to knowHow you’ll handle the day”Gundy offered a question:“What words will you say?”Rudolph spoke softly,But could not hide his glee:“You tell ’em I’m comingAnd hell’s coming with me.”last_img read more