December 25, 2006

The Week of the bowl game

T'was the week of the bowl game, when all through the state,
Not a player was stirring, not even Alex Cate.

The Pokes had arrived in Shreveport with care,
In hopes that a bowl win soon would be theirs.

Larry Fedora was snuggled away in his bed,
with visions of slants and reverses dancing through his head.

With Pete and his pistols and big orange hat,
He had just settled down for a quick pre-game nap.

When out at the stadium there arose such a clatter,
Mike Gundy sprang from his hotel room to see what was the matter.

Away down the lobby he flew like a flash,
Tore right past his hair gel to check out the clash.

When what to his wondering eyes should then land,
But a giant learjet with eight members of the band.

With a little old man and a smile like the dickens
Mike knew in a moment it must be Boone Pickens.

More rapid than his hedge funds could build up his wealth,
He whistled and shouted and wore out his health.

"Now Bobby! Now Bowman! Now Dantrell and Fodge!
On Victor! On Sexton! On Donovan and D'Juan!
To the end of the field! To the top of the wall!
Now dash down the gridiron and score for us all!"

As gameday was nearing and pressure would fly,
When OSU meets the Tide they'll take to the sky.

So out to the midfield, the players they ran,
With a playbook of options and Pickens as a fan.

And then, in a twinkling, Mike heard on the grass,
The prancing and pawing of Bullet's mad dash.

As he drew in his hand, and was turning around,
Down the field Bobby Reid ran in with a bound.

He was dressed all in orange from shoulder to cleat,
And the jersey was dirty from stains - head to feet.

A bundle of footballs he had flung on his back,
And he looked like Santa Claus with toys in a sack.

His arm - how hard it threw! His downfield vision - so scary!
His game-changing ability made orange fans merry!

His running and cutting tied D's in a bow,
And he blazed past linebackers like they were frozen in snow.

And there stood XLK, with a little round belly,
That shook when he tackled like a bowlful of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly Poke
And Gundy laughed when he saw him like he just heard a joke.

A wink of Boone's eye and a twist of his head,
Soon led Mike to know there was nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled the department's coffers and turned with a jerk.

And raising his finger and thumb in the air,
And giving a nod - "Go Pokes!" - is what he said there.

He sprang to his jet and gave the team a cheer,
And away down the field they flew like a deer.

But I heard him exclaim as the jet took to flight:
"Orange Power to all and to all a bowl win Thursday night!"

Justin Wilmeth is the editor of He can be reached via email at [email protected]

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