The night before the MAC title game
By OWEN O'BRIEN | Nov. 19, 2013'Twas the night before the MAC title game, when all through the UB Stadium air, Not a creature was stirring, not even Alex Zordich's hair; The jerseys were hung by the lockers with care, In hopes that Jeff Quinn soon would be there; The Bulls were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of the title danc'd in their heads, And Danny White in his 'kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled our brains for a long winter's attack - When out on the field there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bleachers to see what was the matter. Away to the turf I flew like a flash, Hopped the banister, and opened my recorder in a dash. The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow, Gave the lustre of mid-day to Victor E.
