Twas the night before March Madness as teams prepared for a thriller, Not a Wildcat was stirring, not even Coach Miller. The team banners were hung by the rafters with care, In hopes that cutting down the nets soon would be there.
The UCLA Bruins were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of three pointers danced in their heads. And the Sun Devils in their ‘kerchiefs, and the Trojans in their caps, Had just settled their legs for a long springtime nap (waaaah waaaah).
When out on the court there arose such a clatter, The Colorado Buffaloes sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window Spencer Dinwiddie flew like a hawk, Tore open the shutters and threw up the rock
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the lustre of mid-day to the court down below. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a stud named Allen Crabbe, and eight tiny Cal Bears (doesn’t really rhyme, but you get the point).
With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St Nick (Johnson). More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
“Now Lyons now, Roberson now, Muhammad and Ashley! On, Zeus! On, Anderson! on Artis and Singler! To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! Now dribble away! Dribble away all!”
They dry heave before the wild tournament starts, When they meet with a jump ball and all know their parts, So up to the rims the players they flew, With their hearts full of wishes that they could win the tournament too.
They fought to the end of the glorious tourney, it’s the best time of year for this basketball journey. 68 teams had ”One Shining Moment” in sight, But only one team can prevail on Championship night!”