‘Twas the night before kickoff, in every fans house,
Not a fan was sleeping, just ask their spouse;
The jersey’s were hung by the flat screen with care,
In hopes that the Boilers would win the afair;
The players were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of touchdowns danced in their heads;
On the Big Ten Network was the Boilermaker chatter,
I sprang to my feet to see what’s the jabber,
What do ya know, another prediction blather,
Lights turned off so the TV a glow,
Did I forget the beer?