Twas the night before the Brawl
Twas the night before the Brawl, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse,
The team colors were hung by the bar light with care,
In hopes that a conference championship would soon be there.
The team was nestled all snug in their bed,
While visions of Flyovers danced in their heads,
With Kramer and his headset, and me in my cap,
We Had just settled our brains for a long second half...
When up on the plasma there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the barka to see what was the matter.
Away to the television I flew like a flash,
Evin Groves had shuttered and went on an 80 yard dash.
The Boom of the cannon about the newly lit score
Let me know that of a loss was no more,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But Bobby Daly, and a 4-3 nightmare,
With a receiver core, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Rolovich.
More rapid than grizzlies the defense they came,
The ref whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now, Andre! now, Epi! now Bobo and Clive!
On, Brandon! on Aaron! on, Chris* and Ryan!
To the top of the Standings! to the top of the League!
Now dash away! dash away! Across the Divide!"
As once again it time for the Brawl in the Wild.
Twas a month before Christmas and all through the land
All the Cats and Griz were awaiting the big game at hand.
The spectators were bundled up, both the young and the old
In hopes of insulating themselves from the bitter cold.
The cocky Grizzlies were tucked all snug in their dens
While visions of Big Sky Championships danced in their heads.
With the Cats looking confident and the Griz looking lame
Everyone settled in for this brawl of a game.
When out on the field there arose such a clatter
Monte the flea bag sprang from his Harley to see what was the matter.
When what to the Grizzlies' amazement soon would be seen
But a coach named Kramer and the rest of his team.
With a Freshman Q.B. who was finding his way
They knew in a moment it must be Lulay.
More rapid than eagles his teammates they came
And he whistled and shouted and called them by name:
Now Johnson, now Adams, now Montoya and Wulf!
On Ione, on Cordiero, on Cooper and Cook!
To the 40, to the 30, to the 20 and more
To the 10, to the end zone, how we will score!
So down the field the Bobcats they flew
With a play book full of runs, and some timely passes too.
As the spectators peered through the freezing snow and rain
They saw the clawing and scratching of the Bobcat ground game.
Then the Cat's spread the field and Lulay looked around
And down the field Junior Adams came with a bound.
He was dressed all in white with touches of Navy and Gold
And his clothes were all tarnished with ice and with snow.
Junior was fleet of foot and the Griz defense was wary
And he looked like a comet as he burned the secondary.
Lulay saw this and his eyes got wide -
Of course, he hit his receiver in stride.
Adams hauled in the pass and raced in for the score
After that touchdown, the Bobcats would need no more.
The Cat defense was stellar, the offense was tough
For Johnny Edwards, the day was quite rough.
He complained about his shoulder, he complained about the weather,
But he could do nothing, the Cats were just better.
And Ryan Johnson, that Cat churned up the yards
Making sure a Grizzly victory was not in the cards.
When the dust had settled, on the Griz Vision screen would appear
A final score of 10 - 7, with the mighty Griz in the rear.
Coach Kramer liked what he saw, the Grizzlies did not,
Oh well, now they can go back to smoking their pot.
The Bobcat coach had a big smile, bald head and round belly
Coach Glenn and his boys were nothing but jelly.
Poor "Johnny Montana" oh how he cried,
After the game, he ran home to hide.
But Lulay was smiling as well he should be
Maybe now his team would get the respect they deserve (maybe even get to play on TV.)
We heard him exclaim as he roared out of sight
"Big Sky Champs to the Cats - to the Grizzlies, good night!"
Just finished watching the morning edition of SportCenter and Cat-Griz received mention in a brief story about the biggest rivalries in the nation. The highlight they showed was of Junior running for 7 in 2002! The memory almost brought on tears of joy.
I will see you all in Missoula tomorrow, unless I go crazy and just drive up alone tonight and sleep in my truck. What a day tomorrow will be!!Junior in 2002 ..... Corey Smith in 2003! Brings tears to Griz fans as well
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Can you tell I am ready for kickoff?