'Twas The Night After The Iron Bowl

‘Twas the night after the Iron Bowl
And all through the land,
Not a “Roll Tide” was uttered by a Crimson Tide fan.
They used to be boisterous, they used to be loud,
They used to be boastful, and cocky and proud.

But they lost all their swagger, they lost all their swing.
For one little second had changed everything.
The score it was even. The clock had run dry,
When Little Nick Saban then started to cry.

He demanded a second be put on the clock.
The worse that could happen? A miss or a block.
But fate it is fickle, and greed has a price,
And what happened next just wasn’t too nice.

The previous kicks, wide left and wide right.
So he put in a rookie, 'twas not very bright.
The kick was a boomer of 56 yards,
But the extra yard needed was not in the cards.

And back in the end zone a lone Tiger stood.
He caught that ol’ football, he caught it real good.
He started to run, he heard the cheers grow.
The Crimson Tide offense? Too fat and too slow.

One hundred and nine, he ran for a score.
If needed, he could have run one hundred more!
The crowd, it erupted while storming the field.
The Crimson Tide’s season was settled and sealed.

A cry of “War Eagle!” soon echoed the Plain.
Nick Saban’s expression was one of pure pain.
And up in Ohio they shouted "Go Bucks!"
For it gave hope to all, well, except for the Ducks.

In Tuscaloosa you could hear a pin drop,
And in Tallahassee, a tomahawk chop.
For the night after Auburn, the Tide has no clue,
That the new boss in town wears Orange and Blue!

(Author: Chuck Porretto | Photo: Ashley Brooke Barrett)