Twas the night before Madness and all Old Gold and Black. Were scrambling for limited tickets and rushing to pack.
Fresh throwbacks were placed in the duffel unstained, In hopes that the juju of Big Dog remained.
The Paint Crew was nestled all snug in their beds, While young Boilers all over prepare at home,
T-Mill in his kerchief with journalist status, Had started to dream of Dance tickets gratis.
When just outside Mackey there rose such a clatter, We stopped in our cars to see what’s the matter
Neil’s moon lit the crest of the bright Mackey dome, Giving luster of mid-day to the vista below.