Oh, how I supported you
With unrivaled zeal.
Fist pumped.
Shouted.
Screamed.
Screeched like a pubescent
Sixteen year old watching
The Twilight movies
Until my throat was raw
And my lungs were shredded
(And still are)
Yet, with every miraculous
Chance you were given
Coming closer
And closer
To victory
You ultimately failed.
Again.
And the streak without
Winning a bowl game
Has now extended to 62 years.
My dear and beloved
Northwestern Wildcats,
Why do you continually
(And annually)
Break my heart?
I hate you and yet…
I am emotionally spent
On your behalf.
Damn you Auburn.
And no, I’m not crying.
No I’m not!
Not a lot, anyway.