(Inspired from an original ESPN blog posting on 1/6)
The Night of the Orange Bowl
'Twas the night of the Orange Bowl and all through the nation,
The ‘Eers were underdogs on every TV Station.
ESPN said there was no way we could win,
That Clemson would blow us out in the end.
Said that the ‘Eers were more lucky than great,
One didn't even know West Virginia was a state!!
The fans were nestled all snug in the stand,
Clapping along with the Mountaineer band.
I put on my blue and gold sweatshirt and cap,
Settled into my chair, a bowl of chips in my lap.
When on the TV there arose such a clatter,
I turned up the sound to see what was the matter.
Touchdown after Touchdown after Touchdown they scored
And it wasn’t the Tiger from Clemson that roared.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But the melted down musket of that wild Mountaineer.
The man with the ball was so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Geno Smith.
More rapid than eagles his passes they came,
Then he pointed and scrambled and called teammates by name.
Now Austin ! Now Bailey! Now Buie and Alston!
On Milhouse! On Brown! On Cook! and Irvin!
Dance down those side lines and stretch for that score!
We’re going to do things tonight no team’s done before!
The coach praised his players, the fans stayed for hours,
Coach never dried off from his Gatorade shower.
Before leaving the scene Geno made one more call,
He marched up the stairs to the ESPN stall.
He spoke first to Lou Holtz, who alone picked us to win,
Then turned to Mark May with a devilish grin.
"I can see by your tie you have now changed your hue—
It was Tiger orange, now it’s Old Gold and Blue.
A Pitt man wearing Mountaineer colors I've not met,
It sure looks to me like you've just lost a bet!"
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 Morgantown tonight!"
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