Twas the Night before The Liberty Bowl

IT was the night before the Liberty Bowl, when all excitement would ring,
All the Dawgs were stirring, except Caleb King.
The X’s and O’s were drawn by Richt and Bobo with care,
In hopes that a Bowl victory soon would be there.

The fans were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of A.J. catching bombs danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘Dawg Snuggie, and I in my Dawg cap,
Were drunk as hell and ready for a nap.

When out on the field there arose such a clatter,
It was Todd Grantham “choking,” what could be sadder.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Praying to the Lord that the 3-4 wouldn’t crash .

The moon on the breast of my roomie’s ho
Gave hope that the Dawgs would win two in a row
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a sleek miniature jet, perhaps a Lear.

With a cool sunglassed dude, so calm that its ‘sick,’
I knew in a moment it must be Coach Richt.
More rapid than eagles his Dawg team they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

“Now Murray! now, Ealey! now, Green and Munzenmaier!
On, Durham! On, Wooten!, on Brown, play with fire!
To the 40; then 30; then 20; then goal!
Now score away! Score away! Score away all!”

As the Dawgs did to Tennessee, Vanderbuilt, and Kentucky
Please play with that fire; just don’t play ‘sucky. ’
So on to the field in Memphis they flew,
With fire in their eyes; my God, Mark Richt too!

And then, in a twinkling, it appeared on the screen
The Dawgs 32, UCF 14.
As I screamed with delight, and was turning around,
Down the sideline ran Richt with a leap and a bound.

He was dressed red and black, from his head to his foot,
And his headphone and sunglasses hanging; with a smile and a look.
He shed the fear of a losing season off of his back,
And he had the look of a quarterback, just avoiding a sack.

He ran to the locker room, to his team gave a whistle,
And off the field they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard Richt exclaim, like a very smart Dude,
Lets get the hell out of here, before the last play is reviewed!

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By: Dawgman1973 (Gary K.) Lead-Blogger “Dawn of the Dawg