'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)

'Twas The Night Before The Iron Bowl

'Twas the night before the Iron Bowl
And down on the Plains

The Tigers were ready

To protect their domain.
  The shakers were laid out in orange and blue,

And tailgaters were cooking their own bbq.

 The RV's came from far and away,
The Family ALL IN to the fields of hay.
We were up all night as we anticipated
Tiger Walk, an Eagle soaring, and being validated.
The Malzahan Miracle will surely be in effect
  As the Tigers get ready to give Bama heck.
Will they run? Will they throw? 

Will they soar down the field?
Ever to conquer and never to yield?
Will Marshall throw bombs,
To the quick Sammie Coates?
Will Tre Mason go over the top
For a birthday gift for Bo?
Will Prosch make big holes,
Or Dee Ford cause a fumble?
Will a packed Jordan-Hare
Register an earthquake rumble?
Thiereze will play like a champion prize fighter!
"It's GREAT to be an AUBURN TIGER!"

The Crimson Tide will come, cocky and proud,

But the Boys In Blue refuse to be cowed!

Pat Dye field will be loud with great noise,

As tomorrow will separate the men from the boys.
No matter what the score is by the end of the game,
"I believe in Auburn," I'll always proclaim!
Win, Lose, or Draw, Auburn's my team.
And though we're the underdogs,
A girl can still dream.
My Tigers will leave it all on the field.
The Family's ALL IN, Never to Yield!

When it's all over, and we've beaten the best,

 We'll Thank God above because we're so blessed!

When the Iron Bowl is over, Dixie won't be the same!
We'll all ride the Gus Bus to the Championship Game!
#WarEagle!!!