‘Twas The Night Before Christmas...
Posted: Fri Dec 01, 2017 6:38 pm
‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the ‘Land, not a creature was stirring - except for a Ram.
The jerseys were hung in the lockers with care, in hopes that the son of Saint Anthony’s soon would be there.
The Friars were nestled all smug in their beds, while visions of past wins danced in their heads.
Even with EC in a cast, and Cyril on the mend, Rhody fans won’t settle for another heartbreak of an end.
When out on the Quad there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window, I sparked like a match, threw on my blue joggers & Adidas kicks to match.
The moon was basking in a Keaney Blue glow, and shined a spotlight on the towering figures down below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a massive stampede of Rams in high gear.
With a ferocious leader, so lively & burly
I know in a moment - it must be Saint Hurley.
More rapid than eagles, his fighters they came.
And he stomped, and shouted, and called them by name:
Now, Fatts! now, Stan! now, Jarvis and Andre! Now, Jared! Now, Jeff! Now, Ryan and Akele!
“To the bottom of campus! Let’s run to the Ryan!
Let’s take back the state & leave PC cryin’!”
I heard Dan exclaim as they charged out of sight -
“Hope Rhody is hyped for tomorrow - we’re ready to fight!”
(I typed this waiting in an hour long line for beer at the opening of Proclamation Brewery in Warwick. Hope y’all are ready for tomorrow!!!!! I know I am. GO RHODY!!!)
The jerseys were hung in the lockers with care, in hopes that the son of Saint Anthony’s soon would be there.
The Friars were nestled all smug in their beds, while visions of past wins danced in their heads.
Even with EC in a cast, and Cyril on the mend, Rhody fans won’t settle for another heartbreak of an end.
When out on the Quad there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window, I sparked like a match, threw on my blue joggers & Adidas kicks to match.
The moon was basking in a Keaney Blue glow, and shined a spotlight on the towering figures down below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a massive stampede of Rams in high gear.
With a ferocious leader, so lively & burly
I know in a moment - it must be Saint Hurley.
More rapid than eagles, his fighters they came.
And he stomped, and shouted, and called them by name:
Now, Fatts! now, Stan! now, Jarvis and Andre! Now, Jared! Now, Jeff! Now, Ryan and Akele!
“To the bottom of campus! Let’s run to the Ryan!
Let’s take back the state & leave PC cryin’!”
I heard Dan exclaim as they charged out of sight -
“Hope Rhody is hyped for tomorrow - we’re ready to fight!”
(I typed this waiting in an hour long line for beer at the opening of Proclamation Brewery in Warwick. Hope y’all are ready for tomorrow!!!!! I know I am. GO RHODY!!!)
