Buckeye Fever Sweeping Terror Over Their Opponents Poem by M McParland

Aerial assaults raining bombs of touchdowns.
Shooting through the secondary,
a beautiful display of air force attack
that is superior above all others,
deep down the field the most precise delivery
a spectacular catch a sly escape of the tackle
to run to get that touchdown and get one step closer
to grind them up keeping the chase of the very best
towards the national championship,
showing we're the greatest Power ball,
The Killer Nut we assert.
We're the polished scarlet and grey,
all you haters are just pathetic losers
who wish they were as great and perfect as we are.

A ground game that grinds to the gap,
shooting through with speed,
ultimate punishing beating strength and power.
A panzer assault running through all that's in front,
turning the defense to mulch.
Up front is where it all starts.
We're blowing them off the line,
we're men among boys,
overpowering and pushing, pounding, dominating,
overwhelming with an unbridled desire.
We have a vicious streak to show the buisness we mean,
just helps keep the spectacular crushing running game clean.

The defense is ruthless will tear your head off
with an instinct that leads them right to the ball,
where and who has it so we'll never miss our spots.
Quarterbacks have night terrors of our big guys,
and lose all composure and poise
as they see angry bulls in the shape of large men
charging with smoke blowing rabid fierceness out of their nose.
He's scared to death frozen and done,
he's been closed in on and crushed,
he was gone before the whistle signaled a live ball,
he's gonna have a long day of hurting hell ahead.

Special teams is about as perfect as could ever ask.
Our place kickers automatic always right on target
a miss so rare but never takes any spot too lightly.
The punter isn't often put to use but
a strong leg with coffin corner accuracy what more could I ask?
Return teams lightning fast,
finding the gaps running right through and past
the coverage lightning fast,
they look like they're walking in mud compared to our speed.
I've had to tell them to start fair catching
so the offense can get in and play awhile.

We're put together with crisp efficiency.
Execution, intelligence, focus,
perseverance, a drive for perfection,
where no one's fury and determination,
in single focus will be more insanely felt and centered
practiced and drilled in our hearts,
a deeply ingrained passion and tradition we defend and fight,
as we march into the battle of each game a 60 minute war of might.