Twas the night before Christmas, and in the Palouse
Not a creature was stirring, not even a Moos;
Dissmore's was closed, and the stoplights were red
And even Rock Lobster was snug in his bed.
The football team's season was over and done,
Went out on a high note (but we wish they'd won);
Across a great ocean, another team lay,
Tired from hours of practice that day.
Only one man could not fall sound asleep,
His thoughts turning inward, searching and deep.
He knew all the pressure had crushed him last year,
But hope sprang anew when fresh help did appear.
"This year is different, we are not the same.
We will find glory and honor and fame."
Though he knew this himself, there was one more test,
The nation was skeptical, demanded the best.
How could they prove they belonged in The Dance,
What would it take to leave nothing to chance?
As he fell asleep and he started to dream,
With visions in mind of a 2-3 zone scheme,
Of isos and backdoors and picks and then pops,
Of hustle and rebounds and stops after stops,
The man knew his destiny would be fulfilled,
For nothing could hinder when he imposed his will.
As the team slept they knew they would win the next day,
For they had their leader, a warrior named Klay.