There once was a tale of a dud team, whose luck had run out, it would seem. Those young ‘Cats, emboldened, heard stories that told them of memories faded away.
The Dark Ages had long since seemed over, but with a leader who kept that chip on his shoulder, his word they had no choice but to obey.
The Wildcats entered the Malört Bowl optimistic, trying for a goal that seemed quite realistic. To take down the Minutemen, effectively finish them, and never their hand overplay.
The morning weather was crisp and unkind, but the Chicago natives did not mind; they spoke of “bear weather,” teams still together and continuing to strive for a “hurray!