Twas the Night Before Christmas 2016 - In Tribute to Fr. K.
Dec 19, 2016 18:30:31 GMT -5
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Post by Non Alum Dave on Dec 19, 2016 18:30:31 GMT -5
TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS 2016
Twas the Night Before Christmas, and at the top of the hill,
there was nary a person, that is, 'cept for Coach Bill.
Year one had been something like never before
had all Sader Nation just yearning for more.
The high expectations had made the coach sweat,
he knew a repeat was far from a sure bet.
So he trudged to the Hart this cold winter night
to partake in some deep thought, to help make his team right.
But through sheer exhaustion Coach could not stay awake,
and in the blink of an eyelash a nap he did take.
Now he was dreaming, and there was his team
practicing real hard, but way off the beam.
And there was something else that did not seem quite right,
cause with but one tiny light.... that whole gym shone real bright.
Then he watched the team practice, and it made him quite mad,
though the effort was strong, their play was quite bad!
The D had some holes, and the shooting was poor,
so bad, in fact, that Coach stomped the floor.
Champion's shot didn't seem quite right;
there was something amiss when it took flight.
Try as he might, Malachi had his struggles,
kept losing the ball, despite his big muscles.
Still, there was light, so hard to explain,
despite the bad play that was causing Coach pain.
Ant would fly super fast right up the court,
but fast as he flew all his efforts came up short.
Matt Husek kept tripping while practicing post moves;
seemed far away from finding his groove.
Still Coach saw that glow, from that one lonely light,
it gave the gym warmth, and man, was it bright.
Karl Charles had his smile through thick and thin,
but even his shots were bouncing way off the rim
.
Floyd kept shooting foul shots till his arms were sore,
but missed so many that he couldn't take any more.
Ziggy was there, but not getting much burn,
was watching the scrimmage, sadly awaiting his turn.
Yet still there was light, Coach kept seeing that light,
and yes, my dear friends, it kept shining so bright.
Coach thought "Benzan's improved, but will it matter;
if we don't wake up soon, they'll be no post season to get after".
The freshmen seemed wobbly, and not ready to play
Coach wasn't sure when they'd have their day.
Marcellis was watching, and feeling mighty down,
his injury misfortunes had him wearing a frown.
Even Riley seemed a bit glum, how could that be
he always seemed to be smiling with glee.
Then suddenly the gym doors opened wide,
And all kinds of people soon showed up inside.
They were all former players, some older than others,
tall ones and short ones, these Crusader brothers.
They gathered round the team, and started to sing;
some sweet Christmas carols, and bells started to ring.
And amid all of this Coach still saw the bright light,
then all of a sudden he awoke in the night.
But to his surprise, the bright light remained,
and it filled him with confidence he could barely contain.
From his chair he arose and walked to the gym,
so curious bout the feeling that was consuming him.
He opened the door, and walked cross the floor,
and seeing the banners, thought "would there be more?".
He sat in the bleachers, amid the illumination,
that brightened the home of Crusader Nation.
Suddenly Coach froze, and his eyes grew so wide,
at a sight he beheld from the court's other side.
Seated right in front with a smile plain as day
was the heart of the Hart, yes, our very own Fr. K.
All at once it made sense, all this warmth and bright light,
Fr. K was there; that made everything right.
Gave Coach a sense of comfort he hadn't felt all year.
Father's mere presence erased all his fears.
Not a word was spoken, but Coach didn't care,
cause he knew the Hart's heart would always be there.
So with Father's blessing Coach left the gym,
so grateful for the feeling Father blessed upon him.
And with this feeling of comfort he was soon out of sight,
saying "Merry Christmas to all, and to all....a good night".
For Father K. God Bless You
Twas the Night Before Christmas, and at the top of the hill,
there was nary a person, that is, 'cept for Coach Bill.
Year one had been something like never before
had all Sader Nation just yearning for more.
The high expectations had made the coach sweat,
he knew a repeat was far from a sure bet.
So he trudged to the Hart this cold winter night
to partake in some deep thought, to help make his team right.
But through sheer exhaustion Coach could not stay awake,
and in the blink of an eyelash a nap he did take.
Now he was dreaming, and there was his team
practicing real hard, but way off the beam.
And there was something else that did not seem quite right,
cause with but one tiny light.... that whole gym shone real bright.
Then he watched the team practice, and it made him quite mad,
though the effort was strong, their play was quite bad!
The D had some holes, and the shooting was poor,
so bad, in fact, that Coach stomped the floor.
Champion's shot didn't seem quite right;
there was something amiss when it took flight.
Try as he might, Malachi had his struggles,
kept losing the ball, despite his big muscles.
Still, there was light, so hard to explain,
despite the bad play that was causing Coach pain.
Ant would fly super fast right up the court,
but fast as he flew all his efforts came up short.
Matt Husek kept tripping while practicing post moves;
seemed far away from finding his groove.
Still Coach saw that glow, from that one lonely light,
it gave the gym warmth, and man, was it bright.
Karl Charles had his smile through thick and thin,
but even his shots were bouncing way off the rim
.
Floyd kept shooting foul shots till his arms were sore,
but missed so many that he couldn't take any more.
Ziggy was there, but not getting much burn,
was watching the scrimmage, sadly awaiting his turn.
Yet still there was light, Coach kept seeing that light,
and yes, my dear friends, it kept shining so bright.
Coach thought "Benzan's improved, but will it matter;
if we don't wake up soon, they'll be no post season to get after".
The freshmen seemed wobbly, and not ready to play
Coach wasn't sure when they'd have their day.
Marcellis was watching, and feeling mighty down,
his injury misfortunes had him wearing a frown.
Even Riley seemed a bit glum, how could that be
he always seemed to be smiling with glee.
Then suddenly the gym doors opened wide,
And all kinds of people soon showed up inside.
They were all former players, some older than others,
tall ones and short ones, these Crusader brothers.
They gathered round the team, and started to sing;
some sweet Christmas carols, and bells started to ring.
And amid all of this Coach still saw the bright light,
then all of a sudden he awoke in the night.
But to his surprise, the bright light remained,
and it filled him with confidence he could barely contain.
From his chair he arose and walked to the gym,
so curious bout the feeling that was consuming him.
He opened the door, and walked cross the floor,
and seeing the banners, thought "would there be more?".
He sat in the bleachers, amid the illumination,
that brightened the home of Crusader Nation.
Suddenly Coach froze, and his eyes grew so wide,
at a sight he beheld from the court's other side.
Seated right in front with a smile plain as day
was the heart of the Hart, yes, our very own Fr. K.
All at once it made sense, all this warmth and bright light,
Fr. K was there; that made everything right.
Gave Coach a sense of comfort he hadn't felt all year.
Father's mere presence erased all his fears.
Not a word was spoken, but Coach didn't care,
cause he knew the Hart's heart would always be there.
So with Father's blessing Coach left the gym,
so grateful for the feeling Father blessed upon him.
And with this feeling of comfort he was soon out of sight,
saying "Merry Christmas to all, and to all....a good night".
For Father K. God Bless You