Christmas Comes Early

Twas the Cy/Hawk Football Game, when all through Iowa the state,
Every student and fan was stirring, even the Hawkeyes (whom I hate);
The kegs were tapped, grills were lit with care,
In hopes that a win by the Cyclones, soon would be there;
The kids were nestled with beers in their hands,
While visions of more beer appeared from all other far off lands;
And Sarah in her Herkey Shirt, and I wearing Cy,
Had just settled down for another game of beer pong, that's no lie!
When out on the field, there arose such a clatter,
I sprang to the radio to hear what's all the chatter.
Up through the uprights, the ball continued to fly,
3 points after 3 points, "who's the kicker guy?"
The Sun on the field (after the newly formed frost)
Gave the lustre of summer, now I'm getting lost!
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear?
A KICKER WHO CAN HIT 5-6 BETWEEN THE UPRIGHTS, HEAR THE CROWD CHEER!!!
With a shoe on his right foot, so lively and quick,
I doubted every moment that we could win with the kick;
More rapid than eagles his kicks they came,
And we cheered and cheered and called them all by name;
"Now Meyer, Now Blyth, Now Bass and Bates,
Now Chizik, Now Cyclones now all you Hawkeye-Hates!
To the back of the endzone, or at least through the fieldgoal post!
Now kick the ball, kick the ball, Make them Squawkeyes toast!"
And then in a twinkling, I heard through Jack-Trice,
The ass-kicking sound of Cyclones, and they didn't sound nice!
As I drew in breath and started turning around,
Up through the upright, another kick from Culbertson was bound!
He was dressed in Cardinal and Gold, from his toe to his head,
And his uniform was tarnished with grass stains and other things dead;
A wink of his eye and a kick of his foot,
Soon gave me to know, we'll soon give a hoot!
He spoke only a YELL and went straight to work,
With 5 seconds left, all it took was his foot to jerk.
And laying the ball up, between the uprights like a ball should,
And waiting for the nod from the refs, to know the kick was good!
We sprang to the field, giving our team quite the cheer,
And away our team flew, CELEBRATE WITH MORE BEER!
But I heard Shaggy exclaim as he was carried out of sight,
"GO CYCLONES WIN!! AND TO THE SQUAWKEYES: GOOD NIGHT!!!"