The Game

The Game                                        May 10, 2006

It always comes the weekend prior

To The Nation's giving thanks.

Fans in two states gear up in arms

To fight what they call "the good fight,"

For up North, they simply call this "The Game,"

The people of Michigan and Ohio,

The command posts are in Ann Arbor and Columbus,

But the battle zone's on the gridiron.

They bundle up, for it's cold as hell,

And they face paint, some do it in maize and blue,

While others will boo and simply say

They prefer in scarlet and gray.

The teams are clad in hard cast helmets

That smack each other like a gunshot against steel,

And shoulder pads that make those men

Look like human bulldozers who kill.

On the line are pride and a championship,

Just your typical desserts.

It thrills the crowd of a 100,000

As the chilly winds blow in the results.

So here's to "The Game," my dear friends,

How the passions really burn,

So let's get the gang all here,

Win this game, or know the reason why.

Win this game, become the champions of the West,

And you'll punch your ticket to the Rose Bowl today.