I see....... I see....... Fireworks and Touchdowns,

I hear train whistles and the pitter-patter of feet as they pound.

I it's the sound of disenchanted UK fans leaving a stadium at half-time,

Lost in the in the haze of how it all came back to beatings of this kind.

I see blue clad quarterbacks tripping over their own feet as they drop back to pass,

A receiver, no a running back, knocked onto his ass.

I hear an endless stream of "That's Good For ANOTHER!!!", by the stadium MC,

And just as many replies of "CARDS!!FIRST!!DOWN!!!" by a crowd of 55,000 thundering with glee.

I am the prophet of the governors cup, the Southsayer of the Bluegrass gridiron.

I see Strong handed fist pumps and long touchdown runs,

Red warriors exuding confidence as their battle cries rise towards the sun.

I see burgeoning young stars coming into their own,

They bleed Cardinal Red, some foreign, but some are homegrown.

I see a rifle-armed quarterback, confidently leading them into the dawn of a new age,

They follow him with reckless abandon, unabashed, like a pack of wild dogs released from a cage.

I am the ghost of Johnny Unitas, the spirit of Lenny Lyles.

I see a Golden Cup hoisted high above the Warriors' heads now,

Raised in triumph, earned with spilled blood, sweat still pouring from their brows.

I hear bitter blue fans complaining about the state of their program, as they moan and wail,

But off in the distance comes a fight song,... all hail, all HAIL, ALL HAIL!!!!!