EarlJam
03-21-2008, 10:50 PM
This is not a joke. This is serious and has been officially "ordained." Please recite twice before tip-off tomorrow. You do not ALL have to do it, but if ONE of you scoffs at it, then Duke is doomed.
The spell (as developed through communications with the gods).....
Twas a full moon on the eve of the day;
When Duke and West Virginia did play.
The spirits felt the heavy heart worrying;
A desperate need for winning and hurrying.
Alas there is no reason for fear;
The Sweet Sixteen is oh so near.
If you only will believe;
In coaches Chris and Johnny and Steve.
And in the players to take the court;
Let us not our hearts abort;
Paulus, G, Kyle, and Nelson;
Hit them hard and give them Hell son.
The blood of Dante's Hell away;
Replaced by wisdom of Coach K.
Bench and Coach and starters unite;
Bless us in this holy fight.
And Mountaineers you have been warned;
You have received the warlock's scorn.
There is no out, there is no bail;
There is no saviour from this spell.
For you shall lose and lose in force;
A matter of fate, a matter of course.
The goat's tail has endured its licking;
All your shots will soon be bricking.
And stars align up in the sky;
Focused on the Devil's eye.
Try to break this curse, so choose it;
Ever greater shall you lose it.
Things are burned and things are broken;
This is real, we are not jokin'.
This spell is honest, on and true;
The winner of this game wears Duke blue.
Onward Duke, on Blue Devils;
On to higher and higher levels.
The team the coaches and Coach K;
Will have their victory, this March day.
Amen, Booga Booga!
Laettner Fraettner! Krooooooooooooooooooooooooong!
Falllllangna!
Cameron Cameron!
91, 92, 01, Ama Kama Raul!
Shoom!
-EarlJam
The spell (as developed through communications with the gods).....
Twas a full moon on the eve of the day;
When Duke and West Virginia did play.
The spirits felt the heavy heart worrying;
A desperate need for winning and hurrying.
Alas there is no reason for fear;
The Sweet Sixteen is oh so near.
If you only will believe;
In coaches Chris and Johnny and Steve.
And in the players to take the court;
Let us not our hearts abort;
Paulus, G, Kyle, and Nelson;
Hit them hard and give them Hell son.
The blood of Dante's Hell away;
Replaced by wisdom of Coach K.
Bench and Coach and starters unite;
Bless us in this holy fight.
And Mountaineers you have been warned;
You have received the warlock's scorn.
There is no out, there is no bail;
There is no saviour from this spell.
For you shall lose and lose in force;
A matter of fate, a matter of course.
The goat's tail has endured its licking;
All your shots will soon be bricking.
And stars align up in the sky;
Focused on the Devil's eye.
Try to break this curse, so choose it;
Ever greater shall you lose it.
Things are burned and things are broken;
This is real, we are not jokin'.
This spell is honest, on and true;
The winner of this game wears Duke blue.
Onward Duke, on Blue Devils;
On to higher and higher levels.
The team the coaches and Coach K;
Will have their victory, this March day.
Amen, Booga Booga!
Laettner Fraettner! Krooooooooooooooooooooooooong!
Falllllangna!
Cameron Cameron!
91, 92, 01, Ama Kama Raul!
Shoom!
-EarlJam