At least the game last night got our creative minds working.....
Slaton with the Ball
Brief Reflections on the Start of the Second Half
By Mountain Laurel and Kim
(with apologies to Ernest L. Thayer)
The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Mountaineers that day,
The score stood sixteen-fourteen, with two quarters left to play.
And after the ball came out after several long yard gains,
A pall-like silence fell upon the 'Eer's fans at the game.
But a recovery from our heroes after Brohm's pass to the ten
The boys from West Virginia were in the game again.
The straggling few that turn to go and cursed in deep despair
Turned back and basked in new hopes now floating in the air
They thought, "if only Slaton could but get a whack again.
We'd put up even money now, 90 yards and he's in.
The clock ran down, the line came up, the official spotted the ball
White handed off to Slaton, surprising no one with the call.
Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright.
The band is playing somewhere, and couches all burn bright.
And, somewhere men are laughing, and little children shout,
but there is no joy in Motown --
mighty Slaton's arm gave out.