[82lsju]

well that did not turn out well, we lose Big Game 20-27....

Charge of the Cardinal
with apologies to Alfred, Lord Tennyson

I
Second and long, third and long,
Fourth and long onward,
All in the Canyon of Strawberry
Rode the one hundred and seven.
"Forward, the Cardinal!"
"Charge for The Axe!" they said:
Into the stadium of doom
Rode the one hundred and seven.

II
"Forward, the Cardinal!"
Was there a man dismayed?
Not though the players knew
Someone had blundered:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to Beat the Bears:
Into the Canyon of Strawberry
Rode the one hundred and seven.

III
Fumbles to right of them,
Incompletions to left of them,
Penalties in front of them
Blitzed and blocked;
Stormed at with run and pass,
Boldly they tackled and covered,
Into the stadium of doom,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the one hundred and seven.

IV
Flashed all their defenses bare,
Flashed as they turned in air,
Tackling the runners there,
Sacking a quarterback, while
All the world wondered:
Plunged in the evening-haze
Right through the line they broke;
Tackles and ends
Reeled from the double team
Tackled and sacked.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the one hundred and seven.

V
Fumbles to right of them,
Incompletions to left of them,
Penalties in front of them
Blitzed and blocked;
Stormed at with twist and stunt,
While flanker and quarterback fell,
They that had fought so well
Came through the stadium of doom
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of one hundred and seven.

VI
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honor the charge they made,
Honor the Cardinal,
Noble one hundred and seven.

[82lsju]

well that did not turn out well, we lose Big Game 20-27....

Charge of the Cardinal
with apologies to Alfred, Lord Tennyson

I
Second and long, third and long,
Fourth and long onward,
All in the Canyon of Strawberry
Rode the one hundred and seven.
"Forward, the Cardinal!"
"Charge for The Axe!" they said:
Into the stadium of doom
Rode the one hundred and seven.

II
"Forward, the Cardinal!"
Was there a man dismayed?
Not though the players knew
Someone had blundered:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to Beat the Bears:
Into the Canyon of Strawberry
Rode the one hundred and seven.

III
Fumbles to right of them,
Incompletions to left of them,
Penalties in front of them
Blitzed and blocked;
Stormed at with run and pass,
Boldly they tackled and covered,
Into the stadium of doom,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the one hundred and seven.

IV
Flashed all their defenses bare,
Flashed as they turned in air,
Tackling the runners there,
Sacking a quarterback, while
All the world wondered:
Plunged in the evening-haze
Right through the line they broke;
Tackles and ends
Reeled from the double team
Tackled and sacked.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the one hundred and seven.

V
Fumbles to right of them,
Incompletions to left of them,
Penalties in front of them
Blitzed and blocked;
Stormed at with twist and stunt,
While flanker and quarterback fell,
They that had fought so well
Came through the stadium of doom
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of one hundred and seven.

VI
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honor the charge they made,
Honor the Cardinal,
Noble one hundred and seven.