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‘Twas the Night Before Camp — A Kyle Barber rendition

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To football fans, training camp is the first snow of the winter season—the holiday season. Summer has been long gone and while it’s starting to cool off more rapidly, you still welcome the snow because you know presents and holiday warmth are upon everybody you’re friends and family with.

The first day of training camp is the texts and calls from relatives asking, “What would you like for Christmas/Hanukkah?” And just like those calls, you try to be semi-specific without outright asking.

It’s the response of, “I’m looking for a new peacoat,” or, “A 1,000-yard receiver and a pass-rusher to pair with Matt Judon.” You know, the normal responses?

With this is mind, I once again modified a song to excite us about the first snow of the football season: Training Camp.

Also, here’s my first rendition, The Ravens Went Down to Georgia, in case you haven’t read it before.

‘Twas the night before camp, at the UAPC,

Not a player was stirring, not even Coach D’,

The new gear was hung, in their lockers with care,

In the hopes that the football gods, would be rather fair;

The rookies were waiting, all week for the vets,

while fans were excited, for Lamar’s new scoring threats;

And Harbaugh with a grin, and I with a recorder,

Had just got to podium, where he said, “We’re getting things in order,”;

When out on the gridiron there arose such a clatter,

Observers in the crowd looked to see what was the matter,

All the way on field three, The Wolfpack stood in the distance,

The 60+ yard field goal didn’t need the winds’ assistance,

The sun beating down, on the new grass not turf,

Gave luster to the field, crashing over like a surf,

When, what to my wondering eyes, should appear,

but a large sled, and eight massive men who impose fear,

With a little old driver, so lively at the brink,

I knew in a moment it must be Coach Wink,

More rapid than Ravens his coursers they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;


On Sieler! on Ricard! on BOWSER and WORMLEY!

To the top of the pocket! to blitz past the line!

Now dash away! rip away! both moves now, combine!”

He sprang to the sideline, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew, tracking the ball like a missile,

But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,

Happy training camp to all, welcome a new season tonight!