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'Twas the Night Before Christmas - Rhode Island Rams Version

‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the earth,
Not a coach was recruiting, not even P-Murph.
The banners were hung at the Ryan with care,
In hopes that another one soon would be there.
The students were home, by car or by train,
With visions of Brooklyn in the back of their brain.
And Bobby in his jersey, and Dan in his cap,
Were drawing up schemes for a new half-court trap.
When down on Meade Field there arose such a clatter,
They sprang from their office to see what was the matter.
They ran to the concourse, past the long pretzel line,
And peered out the window to the 50-yard line.
The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow,
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below.
They squinted to see if they could spot an imposter,
For it was two new recruits, and the entire Rams roster.
And a man who had lost fifty pounds – or more,
They knew in an instant that is must be Thorr Bjorn.
More rapid than eagles the players they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and call’d them by name:
“Now! Xavier, now! Powell, now! Jordan and Bigby,
“On! Aaman, on! Reischel, on! Andre and Biggie;
“To the top of the conference! To the top of them all!
“Now slash the lane! That’s the way you win basketball!”
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
They were inside the Ryan in the blink of an eye.
And onto the court, dressed in all Keaney Blue,
With a rack full of balls — and Dan Hurley too:
And then, in the shadow of their head coach’s image.
They split into teams, and started to scrimmage.
As Thorr drew in his head, and was turning around,
An alley-oop came to Biruta, as he leaped to throw down.
The dunk was so thunderous as the ball left his hands,
And Bobby took to the floor to call out commands.
A whistle was hung ’round the back of his neck,
And he look’d like a ref about to hand out a tech.
His eyes — how they twinkled! Both Hurleys, in fact,
As they reached to pass balls that were piled in the rack;
Jim Carr’s little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
As Preston helped Powell run a smooth give ‘n go.
And Matthews and Martin couldn’t believe what they saw,
While the Hurleys ran drills they just stood there in awe.
As Aaman came out and the coaches put Hare in:
Nik nodded and knew this was better than Baron,
Youncofski, at center, yelled “Pass it, top shelf!”
And they laugh’d when they saw him, in spite of themselves;
With a wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Thorr let the fans know they had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, and just watched the team work,
And knew they’d soon beat the Friars, and Cooley (that jerk).
And laying his finger aside of his nose
And giving a nod, up the bleachers he rose.
He sprung to his car, to his team gave a whistle,
The night wore on, but the energy didn’t fizzle:
And they heard him exclaim, with a clap of his hands —
Merry Christmas to all, and GO RHODY RAMS!

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