Watching opening day of college football here in 2016, I was reminded of a special memory I shared with my father at our first game together, in 1999.
How I recall the day we saw The running of the train A booming voice filled all the earth "Behold the great Ron Dayne!" As did their forebears once of old The enemy contain So did these Spartans hope to hold The thundering Ron Dayne Could this ferocious force be checked? The answer quickly came For the first four plays alone did yield Seventy-four yards to Dayne Alas, State gave their best defense Yet their efforts were in vain Two hundred fourteen rushing yards Amassed by mighty Dayne "Thank you Son", said my ol' Dad, "For our time at this game" And I will treasure evermore The day we saw Ron Dayne Sept. 3, 2016 Commemorating Michigan St. vs. Wisconsin - Oct. 23, 1999 Final: Wisconsin 40, Michigan St. 10
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