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Twas the night before the Bama game, when all through hokie nation
the message board was stirring, because of libations
The unis were hung in the locker room with care,
In hopes that coach beamer soon would be there;
The players were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of a bama victory danced in their heads;
And Logan in his QB spot, and I in my VT cap,
Had just settled down for a long deserved nap,
When out in Atlanta there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But Bud the O slayer, with 11 badass players to fear
With some talented D backs, so lively and studs
I knew in a moment it must be ol Bud
More rapid than eagles his players they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Fuller! now,Gayle! now, Tyler and Jarrett!
Move faster and better, or my boot in your ass you will wear it!
So up to the line they flew with a thirst.
Knowing Bama’s best offensive players would leave in a hearse
But out of the tunnel St. Nick came with a bound.
He was dressed all in crimson, though short to the ground
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes it seemed
And he said we spent too much on the players
And no money left for my clothes to be cleaned
Then he shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
He was really damn short, and kind of damn smelly,
And I laughed when the hokies spanked bama’s ol ass
And I knew that Frank’s smile, would not be his last
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And said we whopped Bama’s ass, and Saban’s a jerk
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, out the tunnel he goes
He sprang to the bus, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all went like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out at last
Screw you Bama, Nick Saban kiss my ass.
That's great Bravo
I believe were playing them in the Chik-fi-lay Kickoff Classic, not Bowl.
Kidding aside, nicely done Smitty.
What time does the kissing booth open today Smitty?
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