Don’t turn out the lights, Coach.
Not yet.
Let us walk across this green field together,
One last time
Wearing purple and gold.

Side by side,
Arm in arm,
We are teammates.

So let’s walk slow—
Make it last as long as we can.
It’ll be time to leave soon enough.

And leaving now will surely last long enough,
As we move on
To green fields somewhere else,
To bright futures yet imagined.

But let the bright future wait until tomorrow.
Tonight, let us hold memories fast . . .

Of rubber bands and ginger root,
Of wearing our numbers one last time,
Of the field lights outshining the darkness,
Of the flag fluttering high in the center field breeze,
Of walking in cleats on this soft Bermuda carpet,
Of the mingled smell of leather, sweat, and dust,
Of playing this little boys’ game . . .
(And of course, how sweet,)
Of winning the national championship!

But most of all let us hold memories fast
Of one another.

We are 2008 LSUE Bengals.

National Champions.

Thanks for leaving on the lights, Coach,
This one last time.