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after watching DT and Sue on the floor yesterday, I thought I'd post it.
THE LEGEND OF THE BALLHOG CHICK
“I can’t ask advice from Geno,”
our Ms. Coales was heard to say,
“how to stop that kid from Chino
in the title game today.”
“I’ve been trying to remember
how she looked from where I sat.
Haven’t played them since December
so I thought I’d go ask Pat.”
And Miss Pat was fine and cheerful
‘til the dreaded name arose.
Then she looked a little fearful,
and she stared down at her toes.
Soon her mouth began to quiver
and her eye displayed a tic,
as she whispered with a shiver,
“It’s that friggin’ Ballhog Chick!”
“When we played in Thompson-Boling
she just shot our lights right out.
Punched our stanchion, no controlling
how it turned into a rout.”
“Then with Sue she fairly killed us
in a semifinal stomp
when her threes and passes drilled us,
and it turned into a romp.”
“So no matter how you swagger,
and no matter what your schtick,
it can’t save you from the dagger
of that awful Ballhog Chick”
Sherri said “She can’t defeat us!
We can stifle her, just wait.
We won’t ever let her beat us,
even though they say she’s great.”
“If we lose I’ll have to blame it
on that dear old RobertN
who in trying hard to flame it
coined her name away back when.”
Then Miss Pat said “Best of luck when
Oklahoma takes the floor.
Just remember it’ll suck when
you must tell the media corps:”
“Oh no matter what we boasted,
we just couldn’t make it click.
We got lit up, we got toasted
by that doggoned Ballhog Chick.”
THE LEGEND OF THE BALLHOG CHICK
“I can’t ask advice from Geno,”
our Ms. Coales was heard to say,
“how to stop that kid from Chino
in the title game today.”
“I’ve been trying to remember
how she looked from where I sat.
Haven’t played them since December
so I thought I’d go ask Pat.”
And Miss Pat was fine and cheerful
‘til the dreaded name arose.
Then she looked a little fearful,
and she stared down at her toes.
Soon her mouth began to quiver
and her eye displayed a tic,
as she whispered with a shiver,
“It’s that friggin’ Ballhog Chick!”
“When we played in Thompson-Boling
she just shot our lights right out.
Punched our stanchion, no controlling
how it turned into a rout.”
“Then with Sue she fairly killed us
in a semifinal stomp
when her threes and passes drilled us,
and it turned into a romp.”
“So no matter how you swagger,
and no matter what your schtick,
it can’t save you from the dagger
of that awful Ballhog Chick”
Sherri said “She can’t defeat us!
We can stifle her, just wait.
We won’t ever let her beat us,
even though they say she’s great.”
“If we lose I’ll have to blame it
on that dear old RobertN
who in trying hard to flame it
coined her name away back when.”
Then Miss Pat said “Best of luck when
Oklahoma takes the floor.
Just remember it’ll suck when
you must tell the media corps:”
“Oh no matter what we boasted,
we just couldn’t make it click.
We got lit up, we got toasted
by that doggoned Ballhog Chick.”
