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Saban and The Nat

The outlook wasn’t brilliant, For the Crimson Tide that day,?The score stood Fourteen-Nine, with but one quarter left to play,?They’d been outscored at Tennessee,
Would now be much the same??A roar of rancor rained down from, the patrons at the game.

For none had left at halftime, No,
They stayed and gave their best,?And screamed like fiends infernal,
With a burning in their breasts;?Gumps thought, "It’s just Death Valley, Saban wins there and that’s that—?You can bet your bottom dollar now, for Saban and the Nat."

Handoff to Roydell Williams, their first touchdown they would make,
Seemed the same Death Valley Hoodoo,
And the refs were on the take,
But within that drunken multitude, great mirth and fervor spat,?Could it be Death Valley dashed,
This time, Nick’s Chances at the Nat?

“Commitment’s not Convenient,”
Coaches preached, as pundits bawled,
All ‘a sudden studs stood silent,
As a Heisman drive stood stalled,
?And when the dust had lifted,
and men saw what had occurred,?Gumps were stifled for a touchdown,
Forced to kick a three point turd.

Firsts by Daniels, Boutte, Nabors,
Kick is good, tack on three more,
Saban’s card said go for two,
But was denied a crucial score,

From a hundred thousand throats,
Again there rose a lusty yell;?Rumbling Once more through Death Valley,
Like a roaring straight from Hell;
?But again Bryce Young would scramble,
Finding Brooks out in the flat,?Once more Bama, and Coach Saban,
were advancing to the Nat.

There was fear in Saban’s visage
as he scowled down on the line;?He was running out of options,
He was running out of time.
?He went for two, again denied,
Yet still ahead, at that,? Not much it seemed, would stand between, Lord Saban and the Nat.

Unnumbered eyes were on him as he paced,
That little gnome;? Unnumbered tongues now cursed him,
Poised to knock him from his Throne;

Then Williams broke a run,
And Taylor pulled one down to score,?Anger flashed in Saban’s eyes,
As Tigers Kicked for Twenty Four.

The Gumps drove down the field again,
Fans cried out with despair,?And Saban stood and watched
as Reichard tied it in the air.
?Fans questioned the decision
as the clock ticked down with dread—?"ain't my style," said Coach Kelly,
“Let’s Go at it Head to head.”

Some things Aflac doesn’t cover,
There went up a raucous roar,
And a howling in Death Valley,
Shook the earth down to its core

On that day each side tailgated,
Ate their fill and slaked their thirst,
Tension building like a bubble,
Like a boudin ‘bout to burst,

But Ol Nicky was undaunted;
for the REC had paid their dues;
Then he got the flag he wanted,
refs care not about reviews;
?So Saban got the touchdown,
and their kick was good for one,
One last shot left for the Tigers,
for the game was almost done,

Once more would Saban stand there,
and wear his fearsome frown,
Once more would Bama best them,
once more take the Tigers down
?The Gumps they knew that Bama
wouldn’t be by Kelly Beat,
Just stop the Tigers once,
and then their end would be complete,

The Valley boomed as Jayden ran,
borne forth by brutal blocks,
A touchdown scored again,
and once again the Valley Rocked,
?There’s only one play left,
no clock, no kick, two points to go;?Death Valley held its breath
as Daniels threw the final throw.

And now the game is over,
and now all the doing’s done,?The Game, the Name they gave it,
It was Earthquake Two Point Won;
?Down the bayou men are laughing,
Tigers roar and children shout,?But there is no joy in Gumpville—
mighty Saban has lost out.