In honor of our CATS
Not sure who wrote it, but its cute!
Twas the night before Madness and all through the land,
Not a team left unshaken by Jorts and his band.
The posters were plastered on locker room walls,
In hopes that a meeting would not soon be called.
When down there in Tampa arose such a fuss
The whole team from Princeton was sent to the bus.
Then several days later as if right on cue,
The Cats sent ‘em packin, those Mountaineers too!
Then Cal skipped his way to the New Jersey shore,
For a meeting they said was the Cats final door.
But Jorts had a plan as he threw the ball in,
And it bounced off a chest and the Bucs couldn’t win.
Living large were the Cats’ Mr. Knight and his crew,
Then came the Tar Heels with Houston in view.
“Take Three” from the corner said ‘Dre as he shot,
And then Carolina knew Houston was not.
Now Final Four Dancing, it has been a while,
But Cats and their fans, it don’t matter the miles.
Be lookin’ for Kemba, his Conn artists’ too,
The Cats will be bringin’ its defense for you.
On Brandon , on Lamb, and on Jonesy too,
Got Miller and Jorts, and they’re bringing the crew.
Now Liggins and Vargas then go to “The Hood”
The seeding they gave us was much less than good!
So See you in Houston now Mr. Calhoun,
And practice real hard cause it’s comin’ too soon.
The team you will dance with, they just woke up late,
But they’ll have ‘em laced up, they want Number 8!