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FROM COLUMBUS The Ohio State Lantern Editors |
Once upon a November day, while I shivered, cold and weary,
Over a wondrous halftime lead and I cheered, barely winning,
Suddenly in the second half, Springs fell and Streets ran,
"T'is a travesty." I muttered as 69 yards later, the Wolverines scored - Not only this, but two fields goals more.
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in January,
That each separate Rose Bowl touchdown wrought the Michigan ghost upon the field Eagerly I wished for the national championship - vainly I had sought to console my thoughts - "if only we had beat them" For the rare and glorified title of Big Ten champs, yet not National, thanks to the Wolverines, Nameless here for evermore.
Presently my soul grows stronger, hesitating then no longer,
"Coach Carr," say I, "truly your forgiveness I implore, But the fact is that the Bucks are coming to your town, and although you may be ranked No.1 and lead the Big Ten, Ohio State is looking for sweet revenge."
So here we come, ready for battle - We look to The Game to provide the lore. This is it and nothing more.
"Michigan," said I, "thing of evil! - leader now, not champs, not ever
Whether Jackson run, or Germaine throws, Michigan, left crying, on your Big House field In this home that Bo has haunted - tell me truly, I implore Is there - is there hope in Ann Arbor ? - tell me - tell me, I implore Can you take anymore?"
The Rose Bowl champs turn my sad face of yesteryear into smiling
By the defensive line and the talent of Joe and Stanley, "Michigan, though thy talk be big and plenty, thou" I say, "art sure no champion."
Ghastly tough and quick, the Big Kat will run over your offense into the sportscaster's son, Tell me how it will feel to see his blood and gore Quoth Gary Moeller "I'll have one more."
"Woodson," I said, "Buckeye by birth! - traitor still, if offense or defense, By the borders that are so near - by the shores of the Great Lakes - Tell this soul with sorrow laden if he shall clasp an interception, He is a rare and strange player, one who chose Michigan over his home land, Quoth the Buckeyes, "You whore."
"Be that word a sign of parting, state up North," I exclaim, upstarting - Get thee back into your dreams and the ideas of victory.
Leave no trophy as a token of that dream that thy soul hath spoken,
Leave the stadium broken, - quit the thought of winning
Take thy dreams and leave them at the door, Quoth the Big Kat, "You'll never score."
- The editors of the Ohio State Lantern can be reached at lantern4@postbox.acs.ohio-state.edu
11-21-97
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