'Twas the week before kickoff, and all through Rock's House Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The mums were planted along the sidelines with care, Even though most fans could care less if they're there. Irish fans were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of tailgates danced in their heads. My fiancée in bed, and I on HLS, With a beer in my hand and sports math to express. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my desk to see what was ...
