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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.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 8/21/2010 6:35:00 AM
I love the peom ...Hey don't I know you???
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