For Those Who Love the Game
We have been waiting ohhh, sooo long and now my fellows the time
draws near
The sweet smell of cut grass IN the cool fall air triggers the feeling we
all know so well
Clashing giants on a 100 yard field, a sound so dearly adored
By ones that love the risk and fear, an excitement with fans in accord
And a manicured field, suitably crafted through hands of meticulous
artists
Lines and numbers laid down upon grass, so green, so soft and supple
Upon those fields, teams do play with men giving their all for the cause
Sprinting so fast, hitting, slamming, driving all for ground that is gained
or lost
Bulldogs running with power and speed, rebellious ones defending their
goal line with greed
And the Gators ferociously trying to knock down the one that carries
the treasure around
All to the delight of a energetically, maddening, exuberant crowd
The Tide rolls in and the tide rolls out, delivering a brutal offensive
attack
All to the tune of grunts and groans, with crackling of joints and the
breaking of bones
There are Commodores that fight to give the foe hell, with spirit and
pride all fanatics will hail
Wildcats clawing to reach the top, coming oh so close, only to be
stopped
Volunteers that strike fear in the enemy’s souls and gamecocks fighting
toward a day it can crow
Bengal tigers that run and pass with a great roar, Hawgs that root for 10
yards or more
A contest of strength and quickness and speed, crafty decisions made
by mentors that lead
The pounding of hearts that beat with pride, outpouring emotions none
can hide
For it runs within their blood with steam, those fitted in brilliant
uniforms of their teams
With full speed ahead these men follow their dreams, for a future in a
game fit their means
Those fans, Oh those fans, their banners they wave, with mascots and
colors for them to display
The fans gather before the contest begins, an intoxicating affair
among family and friends
The smell of grand cookouts drift though the air, titillating the senses
of everyone there
Ribs and Burger, prepared with such care which those that are cooking
will graciously share
And they will in the drink and delectable food, then sit and converse on
their confident mood
The fans live in the pride of their alma-mater In hopes that their team
will not falter
And that one day the ultimate prize will be found, and their team will
wear the SEC CROWN.
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