Poem -

TIP OFF

                               Red
                       Blue and white 
         Are the colors that came to fight
Only ninety miles apart in a basketball world
As the last two national championships play           The cards and the cats meet in the sixteen
     In the big dance one must win to stay
       Rivals are many but none as grand
            In Kentucky it's wildcat land 
               Both coaches have been
                 Leader of the blue men
                 Understanding the way
                 The fans can influence 
                     The game at play
                    A young team blue
                  Red returning champ
                  The roar of the crowd
                    The nation so loud
           This one is going in the books 
           As the crowd stares and looks
                Teams on the hardwood
                 Own battles withstood
                     Champs stand tall 
               The cats came to play ball
           Waiting for the whistle to blow
             Players standing toe to toe
When the final are done who will move who 
  Run. Coaches shaking hands. As the crowd 
    Pours out on the floor. Game of the year. 
                    NOTHING MORE

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