'Tis the Season for Blowouts!

Reading, MA –

Twas the night before Friday, when all through the YMCA
Not many shots were dropping, not even Cap’n Mike’s J.
The ball was turned over, by forwards, centers and the point
Luckily, 6th Man was the opponent – and stunk up the joint.

We started the game by building a lead,
Looking more and more like the number 1 seed.
And Stretch with his spin moves, and I with my threes
Left 6th Man scratching their heads saying - ‘geez’.

When off the bench, there arose such a clatter,
Chris “Big” Johnson sprang up to see what was the matter.
Onto the court - he flew like a flash,
Made some shots and spiked a pass with a SMASH.

OU kept running, and gunning with fire
Making some shots, and not seeming to tire
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a twenty point lead and halftime buzzer I did hear.

With a little old 6th Man, not lively - but quick,
I knew in a moment the lead would probably stick.
More rapid than eagles down the lane they came,
And they ran, and jumped, and were rejected by James!

"Now Shu! Now, Chris! Now, Stretch and Dr. Greg!
On, Cap’n Mike! But there was no Danger Dan – so wait!
To the top of the lane! To the top for a drive!
Now dash away! Dash away! Build the lead to twenty five!"

But, try as they might the lead would not budge,
6th Man held strong, the lead stuck in sludge.
Back, and forth, the wild teams flew,
With a boat load of turnovers, and ugly shots too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the court
The prancing and pawing – their point guard of sort.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the lane their point guard came with a bound.

He hung in the air, with my hand in his grill,
As he launched the shot, I swatted the pill.
And off to the fast break OU turned to attack,
Stampeeding down the court like a reindeer pack.

Shu’s eyes-how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
At the last minute he looked up - and saw Cap’n Mike,
A backdoor alley oop for two! Psych.

Mike blew the shot, but the damage was done
The game was in hand, as the teams continued to run.
Shu hit down low, then Shu dropped a three
A versitile game like Thierri Henry (Henry Clip)

We were chubby and plump, a right jolly old crew,
But we laughed when we played, even if it was like poo!
As the game wound down, we relaxed our death grip,
And Big Chris hit a three on our very last trip.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled his gym bag, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up to Plattsburgh he drove!

The rest of them sprang to their sleigh, to the refs gave a whistle,
And away to Chili’s they all flew like the down of a thistle.
So OU exclaims, ere we drive out of sight
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"