and wow this made me spit beer laff because I loved that show hahahaha
Awesome as always Illini
Very nice IlliniCy!
Love it! I'm printing that off and brining it with me for tailgating tomorrow! Man am I ready!!:yes:
"The pass was a duck because it was tipped,
And Simms jumped in and put the ball on his hip,
In a play reminiscent of Lamarcus Hicks,
The Clones win dramatically, on a freakin’ pick six!"
I've been waiting all night...where's it at?
You looking for this? I received it as an email today.
'Twas the night before kickoff, twenty-eleven the year,
In silent locker rooms sat the next day's gear.
The helmets were polished, the jerseys hung neatly,
As the coaching staffs finished their game plans discreetly.
The last two games, were not even close,
As the Hawk defense picked off multiple throws.
The Hawks win again, was the expert analysis,
“We’re putting our money on ‘Team Rhabdomyolysis’!”.
The players were snuggled, asleep in their cots,
In the D-lots the RV’s were claiming their spots.
The Jack, it was empty, except for some crew,
The natural field glistening with a coat of light dew.
When daylight arrived, on that Saturday morn,
The fans were all dreaming of the Trophy of Corn.
As the grills fired up, and the tailgates got started,
All knew that one fan base would leave broken-hearted.
The stadium filled with fans from both teams,
A sellout, with Jack Trice stretched at the seams.
The video board towered over the field,
As game time approached…..which team would yield?
Then the tornado sirens pierced the crisp Midwest air,
As Cyclone fans rose up out of their chairs.
The smoke began filling the field by the Jake,
The crowd in a frenzy, causing the bleachers to shake.
"Now Leonard, Now KO, Now Lenz and Shontrelle!
Go hit the field and give Iowa hell!
On AJ, On Benton, On Rump, Neal, and Knott,
Let's show the naysayers what ISU’s got!"
"To the flip of the coin,
To the kick of the ball!
Now dash away! Dash away!
Dash away all!"
The captains met up at the white midfield strip,
And the visitors called tails and they win the flip.
The Cyclones would kickoff, and defend the south,
It’s now time for money, no more time for mouth.
The key chains were jingling, the cheers raised the roof,
As the kickoff went sailing off Mahoney’s right hoof.
The ball flew to Bullock, and the game had began,
A good return for the Hawks, to the 40 he ran.
The first quarter was ugly from a Cyclone fans’ view,
As Iowa scored not one TD, but two.
The Trice crowd was weary of a long day ahead,
But then momentum returned to the Cyclones instead.
James White found a hole and got loose for a score,
And a fumble by Coker helped the Cyclones even more.
That’s when State turned the game around like a wheel,
For the rest of the day belonged to the ‘Men of Steele’.
With Jantz under pressure came the play of the game,
He got outside the pocket as the Hawk pass rush came.
Running right he let go of a long pass to Horne,
A diving catch in the end zone, and new game was born.
It was tied at the half, said the Cyclotron screen,
Cyclones and Hawkeyes knotted up at fourteen.
When the third quarter started the Clones had the ‘skin,
And the offense was ready to go for the win.
A 13 play drive capped off by a run,
A touchdown by Woody, punched in from the one.
Then the defense took over, they were strong, they were stout
As they forced the Buzzards into a big 3 and out.
A field goal by Guyer made the Cyclone lead 10,
But the Hawkeyes weren’t done, as they scored again.
A long pass for a touchdown, the recipient, McNutt,
And the Cyclone offense then got stuck in a rut.
They punted away with 4 minutes remaining,
The game still in doubt, the tension….draining.
To the Cyclone 30 went the Hawks with the ball,
And with just seconds left, a field goal was the call.
Meyer lined up, for a 47 yarder,
In the end it would appear he should have kicked it much harder.
The ball flew toward the goal, it was high, it was far,
When ‘BOINK’ was the sound, when it hit the crossbar.
24 - 21 was the final tally,
As the Cyclone players and fans held a rally
The Hawk fans sadly headed out of the town,
As their message boards went into full blown meltdown.
The new CyHawk trophy, however it looks,
Stays in Ames, as this game is now in the books.
The Cyclone fans look now, to the next assignment,
It’s UCONN you fools, not realignment.
We fans take this game very seriously, folks,
There is hatred and pride and some good natured jokes.
But since ten years ago Sunday, our world’s not the same,
Let us never forget……football is only a game.
That was awesome, and I hate poetry.
Is kickoff here yet?