JacketFan77
Bokonon High Priest
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It was worst of times …
Defeat, followed defeat after defeat, often at the hands of lesser opponents.
Following the glory of a tremendous campaign the previous year, it felt as though these gallant warriors in white and gold had been forsaken by God …
How deserted lies Bobby Dodd,
once so full of Glory!
How like a widower is he,
who once was great among the FBS!
He who was king of the Coastal
has now become a slave.
Bitterly he wails at night,
tears are on his cheeks.
Among all his admirers
there is no one to comfort him.
All his fans have betrayed him;
they have become his enemies.
After affliction and harsh labor,
Justin has gone into exile.
He dwells among the nations;
he finds no resting place.
All who pursue him have overtaken him
in the midst of his distress.
The roads to Grant Field mourn,
for no one comes to his games.
All his gateways are desolate,
his groundsmen groan,
his young fans grieve,
and he is in bitter anguish.
His foes have become his masters;
his enemies are at ease.
The Lord has brought him grief
because of his many sins.
His children have gone into exile,
captive before the foe.
Broken and beaten, I went into the desert …
Defeat, followed defeat after defeat, often at the hands of lesser opponents.
Following the glory of a tremendous campaign the previous year, it felt as though these gallant warriors in white and gold had been forsaken by God …
How deserted lies Bobby Dodd,
once so full of Glory!
How like a widower is he,
who once was great among the FBS!
He who was king of the Coastal
has now become a slave.
Bitterly he wails at night,
tears are on his cheeks.
Among all his admirers
there is no one to comfort him.
All his fans have betrayed him;
they have become his enemies.
After affliction and harsh labor,
Justin has gone into exile.
He dwells among the nations;
he finds no resting place.
All who pursue him have overtaken him
in the midst of his distress.
The roads to Grant Field mourn,
for no one comes to his games.
All his gateways are desolate,
his groundsmen groan,
his young fans grieve,
and he is in bitter anguish.
His foes have become his masters;
his enemies are at ease.
The Lord has brought him grief
because of his many sins.
His children have gone into exile,
captive before the foe.
Broken and beaten, I went into the desert …
