I LOVE College football, the NFL, not so much. This is just a post telling my Utes, good luck at the Poinsettia Bowl in San Diego on December 20!!! Beat NAVY, show them how what it means to bleed RED!!! 8-4 not the best season that we've ever had but I'm still proud of my Utes. Swoop - I'll see you there! Also I'm stoked we're going to San Diego - I get to go back home all because of the greatest college football team EVER! Brian Johnson, take it easy til then... Mack Truck do us proud and knock some of those Navy players on their A$$es. The MUSS I'll see you on the 15th in the Huntsman center for another great Basketball games.
And in closing:
I am a Utah man, sir, and I live across the green. Our gang, it is the jolliest that you have ever seen. Our coeds are the fairest and each one's a shining star. Our yell, you hear it ringing through the mountains near and far.
Who am I, sir? A Utah man am I A Utah man, sir, and will be till I die; Ki!Yi! We're up to snuff; we never bluff, We're game for any fuss, No other gang of college men dare meet us in the muss. So fill your lungs and sing it out and shout it to the sky, We'll fight for dear old Crimson, for a Utah man am I.
And when we prom the avenue, all lined up in a row, And arm in arm and step in time as down the street we go. No matter if a freshman green, or in a senior's gown, The people all admit we are the warmest gang in town.
We may not live forever on this jolly good old sphere, But while we do we'll live a life of merriment and cheer, And when our college days are o'er and night is drawing nigh, With parting breath we'll sing that song: "A Utah Man Am I".
And in closing:
I am a Utah man, sir, and I live across the green. Our gang, it is the jolliest that you have ever seen. Our coeds are the fairest and each one's a shining star. Our yell, you hear it ringing through the mountains near and far.
Who am I, sir? A Utah man am I A Utah man, sir, and will be till I die; Ki!Yi! We're up to snuff; we never bluff, We're game for any fuss, No other gang of college men dare meet us in the muss. So fill your lungs and sing it out and shout it to the sky, We'll fight for dear old Crimson, for a Utah man am I.
And when we prom the avenue, all lined up in a row, And arm in arm and step in time as down the street we go. No matter if a freshman green, or in a senior's gown, The people all admit we are the warmest gang in town.
We may not live forever on this jolly good old sphere, But while we do we'll live a life of merriment and cheer, And when our college days are o'er and night is drawing nigh, With parting breath we'll sing that song: "A Utah Man Am I".
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