It's that time of year again.......Preseason Champions

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the South
Not a school was fretting, except for the school with no teeth in their mouth;
The baseballs were dreaming of Omaha with care,
In hopes that Arkansas soon might win there;

The piglets were worried, the hype they don't dread
While visions of losses danced in their heads;
And LSU in her Box, and SC in her fap,
Ar-Kansas couldn't outfox a knightmare of a nap,

When out in the Ozarks there arose such a clatter,
Arkansas to Omaha! was a helluva matter.
Away to tigerdroppings to hear the loud gnash,
Tore open the threads to see their diaper rash.

They sprang to defend their team like a guided missle,
Away they all flew with the judgement of early dismissal.
But I heard them exclaim BLOWN CALL, as the plane crashed on a cold clear night,
"TO HELL WITH YOU ALL, PRESEASON #1 IS THE ONLY CHAMPIONSHIP IN SIGHT!"