Gamecocks

Just because we wish it so, means not that it will pass; this lesson’s one we all must learn in the Gamecock class. Runs my blood, it’s red and black---garnet the deepest hue, any orange is anathema, do not this misconstrue. They always fought with all their heart, especially on game day, ran out to strains two thousand one, sandstorm on white display, from first kickoff to last tackle, they’d hit with abandon, they feared no foe, this fact is true, but seldom champion. Football saints are lively here, from Rogers to Norwood, When Lattimore took the field, we always felt they could, defeat all squads, from Florida to the great North land, and many others in between, I’m sure you understand. Jadeveon polished our fame, no one could say “Who dat?,” he pulverized a Wolverine, and handed Smith his hat. Sidney Rice and Sterling Sharpe could surely catch that ball, while Alshon and McKinley too, flew often past them all. Sheldon Brown and John Abraham were known to give a lick, while Swearinger and Gilmore too, could make a tackle stick. Ryan Brewer bowled them over, while Succop split the posts, Connor Shaw and Phil Petty racked up the winning boasts. So many more graced our field, their names are not forgot, Wharton and Boyd, Culliver and Ellis, and even A. Pinnock. Munnerlyn, DiMarco too, and who could forget Ace Sanders? Ajiboye and Cunningham, were not gridiron outlanders. Kalimba, Ko, Dunta and Zola, we’ve surely had strange names, But on the field they won our hearts, and more than a few games. Faison to Watson, and all others, who flashed their spurs with pride, we celebrate each footballer who’s graced the Gamecock side!