'Twas the night
Before the Nevada-Bronco game,
When all through the casinos
Not a creature was stirring,
Not even a game of Keno.
Boise State fans
Had been there in years past
But not this year,
They'd been treated like crap.
The tickets were offered
By the university with care
In hopes
That all Wolf Pack fans
Soon would be there.
The players were nestled
All safe in their beds
While visions of 2010
Danced in their heads.
And Ault in his wisdom
Left Bronco fans out
The stadium wouldn't be full,
Of this, there can be no doubt.
And there in the paper,
There arose such a chatter
Pack fans sprang from their beds
To see what was the matter.
Away to the window
They flew like a flash
Tore open the shutters
And threw up the sash.
Ault dreamed of dollars;
He'd dreamed of fans
He'd dreamed of tradition,
And all he got was empty stands.
When what
To their wandering eyes
Should appear
But a miniature sleigh
And eight tiny reindeer.
With a little ol' driver
So lively and without fault
They knew in a moment
It must be St. Ault.
Hotel owners wanted answers,
Restaurant owners too
Why had Ault not invited
Fans of the Blue.
Now dasher,
Now dancer,
Now prancer
Now vixen
On comet,
On cupid,
On donder
and blitzen.
He had a round face
And a little body
That shook when he pouted
Like a bowlful of jelly.
So up
To the housetop
The courses
They flew
With a sleigh
Full of toys
And St. Ault too.
But a closer look revealed
The identity was sealed
It wasn't Chris Kringle at all
But the Grinch--of all the gall.
He stole all the tickets
He stole the concessions
Made the stadium sound like crickets
Without even a confession.
To his sleigh
To his team
Gave a whistle
And away
They all flew
Like the down
of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim
As away he flew
Screw Boise State fans,
Screw the city of Reno too!
Before the Nevada-Bronco game,
When all through the casinos
Not a creature was stirring,
Not even a game of Keno.
Boise State fans
Had been there in years past
But not this year,
They'd been treated like crap.
The tickets were offered
By the university with care
In hopes
That all Wolf Pack fans
Soon would be there.
The players were nestled
All safe in their beds
While visions of 2010
Danced in their heads.
And Ault in his wisdom
Left Bronco fans out
The stadium wouldn't be full,
Of this, there can be no doubt.
And there in the paper,
There arose such a chatter
Pack fans sprang from their beds
To see what was the matter.
Away to the window
They flew like a flash
Tore open the shutters
And threw up the sash.
Ault dreamed of dollars;
He'd dreamed of fans
He'd dreamed of tradition,
And all he got was empty stands.
When what
To their wandering eyes
Should appear
But a miniature sleigh
And eight tiny reindeer.
With a little ol' driver
So lively and without fault
They knew in a moment
It must be St. Ault.
Hotel owners wanted answers,
Restaurant owners too
Why had Ault not invited
Fans of the Blue.
Now dasher,
Now dancer,
Now prancer
Now vixen
On comet,
On cupid,
On donder
and blitzen.
He had a round face
And a little body
That shook when he pouted
Like a bowlful of jelly.
So up
To the housetop
The courses
They flew
With a sleigh
Full of toys
And St. Ault too.
But a closer look revealed
The identity was sealed
It wasn't Chris Kringle at all
But the Grinch--of all the gall.
He stole all the tickets
He stole the concessions
Made the stadium sound like crickets
Without even a confession.
To his sleigh
To his team
Gave a whistle
And away
They all flew
Like the down
of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim
As away he flew
Screw Boise State fans,
Screw the city of Reno too!
