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!!!!!