‘Twas the night before Braggin’ Rights, when all through Champaign
Not a player was shooting, not even S. Kane;
The jerseys were hung by the lockers with care,
In hopes that B. Underwood soon would be there;
The players were huddled, with Trent in his dreads;
While visions of another W danced in their heads;
And Feliz in his afro, and Giorgi quite tall,
Had just settled their brains for a long night of ball,
When out in the stands there arose such a clatter,
Illini fans sprang from their seats to see what was the matter.