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Twas a time for Tide to dream of St. Nick
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
Huntsville Times
'Twas the day after Christmas, when all through Mal's place
Not a new coach was stirring, not even a trace
The money is there by the bushels and tons
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would come run
The fans were all restless, so snubbed by Coach Rich
After visors of Spurrier had first caused an itch
And Mal Moore in his office and off on a jet
Had kept fingers crossed, it might be Saban yet
When out in the papers St. Nick caused a clatter
He said "Thanks for the offer, but still no matter"
Again he'd decided to keep coaching the Fish
To stay in pro football, against Mal's great wish
The job as the coach of the ol' Crimson Tide
Still remains vacant, with a bruising of pride
When, after your bloodshot eyes did appear,
What a miserable year, with six wins, oh my dear
With a handsome ex-QB, so loyal and bright
The Tide went downhill, it seemed overnight
As rapid as vict'ries the losses they came
And fans hooted and shouted, and besmirched his name
First the Hawgs, then Gators, then the Vols and Miss State
One Tigers, more Tigers, a thumb-loss you hate
To the top of the league, to the top of the polls
Now fire a coach, fire a coach, to reach the big goal
As the days pass before to Shreveport you fly
Mal meets more new obstacles, can't hire the guy
So up to the house-top, the boosters pile dough
With a sleigh full of cash, to St. Nicholas it'd go
And then, in a twinkling, you heard him say no
With questions and answers he denied just so
As you start to thinking, and hear on the Net
This Tuscaloosa mess may be the worst of them yet
Once was Ray Perkins, a Crimson Tide great
Bill Curry all tarnished; a man not from this state
Gene Stallings, he brought a little Bear back
And he won with ol' Bama, success at no lack
He left - how they suffered, how Bama would stumble
He left to Mike DuBose, a program to crumble.
Coach Fran landed next to pick up Mike's mess
But the woes of probation left them with less
Mal could have re-signed Coach Fran to a deal
Instead some rich Aggies came up with a steal
He had a broad face and a round little belly,
Did Price, who came next and it all turned so hell-y
She was chubby and plump, a young stripper on stage
And Coach Price when he saw her, didn't act his age
A blurb on the Net, then wild news growing large
Soon Mike Price was gone; you had no one in charge
New Mike gave his word, then went straight to his work,
And built up the program, that U-turned with a jerk
Then giving the verdict as urged by the crowd
Alabama fired Shula, a moment not proud
This post-Christmas day, for a team with no rudder,
They may hire this coach, or this, or another
Mal Moore might exclaim, would he choose to thus sing,
"Your new coach we'll get, and he'll be here by spring!"
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
Huntsville Times
'Twas the day after Christmas, when all through Mal's place
Not a new coach was stirring, not even a trace
The money is there by the bushels and tons
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would come run
The fans were all restless, so snubbed by Coach Rich
After visors of Spurrier had first caused an itch
And Mal Moore in his office and off on a jet
Had kept fingers crossed, it might be Saban yet
When out in the papers St. Nick caused a clatter
He said "Thanks for the offer, but still no matter"
Again he'd decided to keep coaching the Fish
To stay in pro football, against Mal's great wish
The job as the coach of the ol' Crimson Tide
Still remains vacant, with a bruising of pride
When, after your bloodshot eyes did appear,
What a miserable year, with six wins, oh my dear
With a handsome ex-QB, so loyal and bright
The Tide went downhill, it seemed overnight
As rapid as vict'ries the losses they came
And fans hooted and shouted, and besmirched his name
First the Hawgs, then Gators, then the Vols and Miss State
One Tigers, more Tigers, a thumb-loss you hate
To the top of the league, to the top of the polls
Now fire a coach, fire a coach, to reach the big goal
As the days pass before to Shreveport you fly
Mal meets more new obstacles, can't hire the guy
So up to the house-top, the boosters pile dough
With a sleigh full of cash, to St. Nicholas it'd go
And then, in a twinkling, you heard him say no
With questions and answers he denied just so
As you start to thinking, and hear on the Net
This Tuscaloosa mess may be the worst of them yet
Once was Ray Perkins, a Crimson Tide great
Bill Curry all tarnished; a man not from this state
Gene Stallings, he brought a little Bear back
And he won with ol' Bama, success at no lack
He left - how they suffered, how Bama would stumble
He left to Mike DuBose, a program to crumble.
Coach Fran landed next to pick up Mike's mess
But the woes of probation left them with less
Mal could have re-signed Coach Fran to a deal
Instead some rich Aggies came up with a steal
He had a broad face and a round little belly,
Did Price, who came next and it all turned so hell-y
She was chubby and plump, a young stripper on stage
And Coach Price when he saw her, didn't act his age
A blurb on the Net, then wild news growing large
Soon Mike Price was gone; you had no one in charge
New Mike gave his word, then went straight to his work,
And built up the program, that U-turned with a jerk
Then giving the verdict as urged by the crowd
Alabama fired Shula, a moment not proud
This post-Christmas day, for a team with no rudder,
They may hire this coach, or this, or another
Mal Moore might exclaim, would he choose to thus sing,
"Your new coach we'll get, and he'll be here by spring!"
