Big Game Poetry
The Charge of the Cardinal
Eric Lutkin, 2006 with apologies to Lord Alfred Tennyson
Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the stadium of Death Rode the eighty five. "Forward, the Cardinal!" "Charge for The Axe!" he said: Into the stadium of Death Rode the eighty five.
"Forward, the Cardinal!" Was there a man dismay'd? Not tho' the players knew Someone had blunder'd: Their's not to make reply, Their's not to reason why, Their's but to Beat Cal: Into the stadium of Death Rode the eighty five.
Lynch to right of them, Jackson to left of them, Longshore in front of them Blitz'd and block'd; Storm'd at with run and pass, Boldly they tackled and covered, Into the stadium of Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the eighty five.
Flash'd all their defenses bare, Flash'd as they turn'd in air, Tackling the runners there, Sacking a quarterback, while All the world wonder'd: Plunged in the Berkeley-haze Right thro' the line they broke; Okwo and Udofia Reel'd from the double team Tackle'd and sack'd. Then they rode back, but not Not the eighty five.
Bishop to right of them, Pimentel to left of them, Hughes behind them Blitz'd and block'd; Storm'd at with twist and stunt, While flanker and quarterback fell, They that had fought so well Came thro' the stadium of Death Back from the mouth of Hell, All that was left of them, Left of eighty five.
When can their glory fade? O the wild charge they made! All the world wondered. Honor the charge they made, Honor the Cardinal, Noble eighty five.