Once, long ago, in a pretty town named Storrs where I was young and a student, I attended a basketball game and watched my team do this:
But now, tonight, many weeks after I had given up on another team fielded by my Alma Mater when they emerged from Big East Conference play with a 9-9 record, I am forced to my knees to beg their forgiveness, for I watched these young men and their ancient coach (though he is not as ancient as I) perform an absolutely incredible run of wins to become, first, Maui Invitational Tournament Champions, then Big East Tournament Champions, and at last National Champions, not having lost a single game, all season long, to any team outside the Big East! I’m glad I lived long enough to witness this feat and to deliver to the Huskies
A BELATED APOLOGY
Upon the Occasion of UConn’s Winning its Third National NCAA Basketball Men’s Championship
on April 5th, 2011.
There once was a coach named Calhoun
Who pricked an enormous balloon
When he turned poor old Butler
Back into a scuttler
And returned the team to its cocoon.
In fact, now that I think about it, I dedicate my original poem to the Butler basketball team who tonight managed to shoot the lowest percentage of baskets since 1950 when I was still a high school student in Meriden, Connecticut.
