Twas the night of the Orange Bowl and throughout the nation We were the underdogs on every TV and Radio Station ESPN said we couldn't win, Clemson would destroy us in the end Said our guys weren't so great, but one didn't know West Virginia was a state ... ... ... The fans were nestled all snug in the stands Clapping along with the Mountaineer band And ma in her jammies and I in my WVU cap Settled in for the game, a bowl of chips in my lap When out on the field there arose such a clatter I turned up the sound to see what was the matter Touchdown after Touchdown after Touchdown they scored 10 in all for a 70 score The QB in charge was so lively and quick I knew in a moment it was Geno Smith More rapid than eagles his passes they came, Then he pointed and scrambled and call them by name Now Austin! Now Bailey! Now Buie and Alston! On Cook! On Brown! On Milhouse and Irvin! Tightrope the side lines and reach for that score, We make history tonight, no ones done it before! The coach praised his players, the fans stayed for hours, Dana still wet from his Gatorade shower. He turned with a jerk, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, as he strode out of sight, "The couches are burning in Mo-town tonight!" Orange Bowl Poem