Twas the night before New Orleans, when all through the state,
Not a Buckeye was stirring, no fan nor teammate.
The jerseys were hung in the lockers with care, in hopes that a trophy soon would be theirs.
Young Buckeyes were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of touchdowns and sacks danced in their heads.
Mom in OSU pj’s, and I in my Bucks stocking cap,
Had just settled down for our pre-game nap.
Tomorrow on the field there will be such a clatter,
Les Miles and team will know what’s the matter.
Beanie and Robo will be gone in a flash,
There’s no chance the Bucks won’t be ready to clash.
The moon will shine with a scarlet and gray glow,
Giving luster to Buckeyes celebrating below.
Then what to my wondering eyes should I see,
It’s the team coach with players Boeckman and Beanie.
With a dignified leader so calm and so stoic,
I knew in a second it was Jim Tressel, the heroic.
Running onto the field all of them came, and he whistled and shouted and called them by name.
“Now Robiskie, now Hartline, now Wells, and Gholston!
On Jenkins, on Boeckman, on Boone, and Barton!
From end zone to end zone….from sideline to sideline!
Miles run to Michigan, victory is mine!”
As the players prepared for this epic battle,
They showed great confidence, not to be rattled.
So onto the field the players they flew,
Helmets sparkling and shining like brand new.
And then in a twinkling the game it had begun,
The Buckeyes were scoring and having some fun.
As I looked at the action and continued to cheer,
I was excited and thankful for what I did hear.
Around the stadium could be heard OH-IO,
louder and louder the chant did grow.
Mom’s with their daughters, fathers and sons,
Everyone was enjoying the long Buckeye runs.
Their eyes would light up with each thrilling score,
This night will long be remembered in OSU lore.
The scarlet and gray were winning this fight,
The Tigers had been beaten soundly on this night.
With the last whistle blow the celebration had started,
Les Miles and LSU had just been out smarted.
Players were hugging, high fiving, and singing,
The band celebrated with victory bells ringing.
I couldn’t hold back a tear from my eye,
The pride of my alma mater was evident this night.
The team hoisted the trophy high in the air,
A picturesque scene of an exciting affair.
Tressel spoke not a word, just observed with a smile,
The celebration surrounding him for mile upon mile.
And laying his hands on the trophy at last,
He took in the moment that happened so fast.
He strolled off the field and to the fans gave a wave,
Victoriously he left, the night had been saved.
But I heard him exclaim as he walked out of sight,
“Happy BCS Championship to all…….and to all a good-night!!”
[Edited on 1-5-2008 by skynyrdmh]
Still looking for a volume knob with a 12 on it!!


