Wildcat Christmas
T’was the night before Christmas and the bandwagon parked,
January 2nd, our calendars were marked.
Our stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
And dreaming that Louisville soon would be here.
Wildcat Nation was snug in their beds,
While stomping the Cardinals danced in their heads.
When they come to Rupp we’ll hear such a clatter,
The whole nation tunes in to see what’s the matter.
A way down the court, Wall flew like a flash,
Tore up the backboard and threw down the stash.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
Down the cheek of Pitino was rolling a tear.
Bledsoe made a drive so lively and quick,
Then Patterson dunked, Man, it was sick!
More rapid than eagles, the Wildcats they came,
Cal whistled and shouted and called them by name.
On Patrick, on Cousins, Wall, Bledsoe, and Miller,
Wildcat nation just witnessed a thriller.
To the top of the key, now back to wall,
Dash away, dash away, dash away, all.
As red feathers before a hurricane fly,
When they meet the wildcats and thrown to the sky.
Cal’s eyes how they twinkled his dimples shown through,
The blur on the court was a nice shade of blue.
With a wink of his eye, a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know, I had nothing to dread.
And laying a finger beside of his nose,
And giving a nod, number 8 is close!
He sprang to the bus, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
And I heard them exclaim as they drove out of site,
We mopped the floor with the cards tonight!
