T’was the night before the Battle of the Bluegrass

When all through the state

Rivalrying was at its peak

Some even called it hate

The players were nestled all snug in their beds

While visions of dunks and lobs danced in their heads.

With Cal smiling in Lexington

Rick wasn’t feeling fine

Was his record against Cal at UK

Going to end up as 1-9?

Bam Adebayo.
Photo by Chet White | UK Athletics

When out on Twitter there arose such a clatter

Louisville fans rushed to see what was the matter.

Vegas odds changed, the Red was favored by one

Was this the year the Cards would get it done?

But scared money don’t make money, or so Cal has said

So if you’re gonna bet, don’t put money on Red.

More rapid than eagles, Cal’s coursers they came

And he screamed and he shouted and he called them by name:

“On Briscoe! On Derek! On Wenyen and Bam!

On Fox! On Monk! Let’s see a slam!”

And then in a twinkling, we heard on the floor

Those dazzling Cats, as they ran up the score.

While Cal straightened his tie and was turning around,

Rick was all frantic and ran on the floor with a bound.

His eyes, how they bugged out, his complexion, so pasty

He shoulders drooped as he realized he’d been far too hasty.

His mouth was all drawn, no smile could you see

And that was when Ayers hit Rick with a “T.”

He spoke not a word, but his face said it all

The Cats were on a roll, the Cards were going to fall.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to the bench

Meanwhile Cal’s Cats did not even flinch.

Then extending one finger up toward the sky

Rick said “We’re number 1, and that’s not a lie!”

He went to the locker room, no press did he meet

All he could do was look at his feet.

But Cal’s Cats danced on the floor, another win in the bag

They showed L’s down and danced with some swag.

Then we heard Cal exclaim before he walked out of sight,

“Merry Christmas BBN!  We won another fight!”

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