Twas the Night Before LawrenceBuddy wrote this. I thought it was pretty good and worth the share! We are headed down to the game tomorrow is why he wrote it.
By Christopher R. Halbur
Twas the night before Lawrence, when all through the home
Not a creature was stirring, not a single Cyclone.
The bags were all packed by the doorway with care,
For they knew that the road trip would soon be there.
The players were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of championships danced in their heads.
And Hoiberg in his suit coat, and Sadler in his vest,
Had just settled their brains for a long pre-game rest..
When from ol' Phog Allen there would arise such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the arena we traveled with grins,
Waited for hours and sprinted on in.
The lights that gleam on the court called "Naismith"
Brought chills in the birthplace of basketball; truly the pith
When, what my wondering eyes see in this den?
But a dreamy young coach and 15 lanky young men.
I saw a wicked old coacher, quite arrogant himself,
I knew in a moment it must be Bill Self.
More rapid than eagles his players they came,
The fans whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Wiggins! now, Embiid! now, Ellis and Tarik Black!"
"On, Ejim! On, Morris! on Hogue!" I chimed back!
From the grin of ol' Georges, to Kane and his tatts
Now fire away! Fire away! Fire away Matt!
After shootaround 3s that before contest fly,
They met at midcourt, and took to the sky.
So up to the rim and into the net,
Some Js from Naz Long, Phog began to fret.
And then, abrewing I heard from the stands
The roaring of “Rock Chalk” from each Jayhawk fan.
As I shielded my eyes, the game turning around,
Right down the lane Wiggins came with a bound.
Dressed in all white, from his head to his toe,
With many awards already in stow.
He rose to the rim, headed right for the rack,
Then rose up ol’ Hoguer and sent him right back!
Off on the fast break, Kane took to the run!
A lob up to Ejim and then it was done!
Embiid’s lengthy frame, it filled up with rage
And soon ‘bows were thrown “Get that thug in a cage!”
There was no slowing down, the onslaught had started
Kane drove through the lane, like the Red Sea it parted.
KU tried to storm back, but it was to no avail
For right here in Lawrence, when it rains it will hail
The fieldhouse was quiet for once and for all
No challenge nor Embiid would stand up too tall.
Morris milked the last seconds as the clock dribbled out
A joyful Cyclone Nation had not left a doubt
Waltzed right out of Phog Allen, our heads held up high,
For this blue reign of terror, the end would be nigh
With the Mayor at the helm, it all just felt right
"Rock Chalk Jayhawk my ***”, and to all a good-night!"