I'm not a poet, so I asked AI to put something together a couple poems for me with some guidance. Some miscues, but better than what I'd do. I thought the first was more poetic and in the spirit, but the second more factually correct. Enjoy!
Version 1
'Twas the night before tip-off, in Syracuse so bright,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a snowflake in flight.
The jerseys were hung in the lockers with care,
In hopes that a victory soon would be there.
The Orange faithful nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of three-pointers danced in their heads.