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Air Superiority
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On our first possession; Iglesias breaks free,
Then the Achilles heel cost us three.
Coach Stoops was seen shaking his head,
I’d like to hear just what was said.
The Horny Frogs can’t stay on their side of the ball,
But, that’s OK we’ll take every five yard call.
The frogs with horns came a little bit alive,
But, the Sooners stopped their every drive!
With a loaded box; Sam called their dare,
Burned them bad with four eleven through the air.
The Horney ones came to play,
As they punched in A T.D. late in the day.
Like a thif in the night; Big “D” was there,
With two on the ground and two in the air.
Twenty-five yards on thirty-six snaps,
Did Wilson think their “D” would eventually collapse?
The same stretched hand-off for all to see,
It can’t even fool a dummy like me.
The fullback goes first then here comes the ball,
No fake, no pitch, no boot-leg at all.
Why not say before each play,
I’m giving it to the running-back and he’s going this way.
I’ve had my gripe, I couldn’t hold it any more,
Another game like this and you’ll hear some more!
It’s time to start Big 12 play,
With a big red bear hunt this Saturday.
GO SOONER!!!
JRS © 9-28-08
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