Unless you’ve seen this comedy sketch, this poem won’t really make that much sense, so let’s get to that first.
Now, in honor of our great soccer hero, I have written a ballad. It turned out a lot better than I thought. A lot longer, too, but that’s fine.
Without further ado, the honorary tribute to Yale’s Scott Sterling!
Here you go:
The Ballad of Scott Sterling
The greatest game of all the year
Was tied between two teams.
The crowd watched, rapt
Excitement nearly bursting at the seams
And as the final kicks commenced
Scott Sterling took the field.
All Yale’s defense was up to him
He knew he could not yield.
The first kick came at rocket speed
Scott Sterling leaped to block.
But through his hands and to his face
The soccer ball did sock.
His nose was broken, that was sure
But to his feet he stood.
Shaken, but not stirred was he
He knew he had done good
A kick and miss from Yale team
And Sterling took his place
Another kick at super speed
Again shot to his face
The force of both the blows combined
Had begun to take their toll
And Scott was carried off the field
Surely relieved of his role
But who should stagger back again
To continue for his team?
The invincible goalie with face of steel
Fans jumped and cheered and screamed
What was he doing? Curling up?
All showing was Scott’s hair dark
But Lambert stopped to tie his shoe
And the ball again found its mark
No one seemed to notice
As Yale took their shot
With battle-scarred and bloody face
Back again came Sterling, Scott
The hero now could barely stand
But no one seemed to care
And as the man collapsed
His teammates ran out with a chair
It was a gimme, announcers agreed
No possible way to lose now
But North Carolina went in for the kick
And though it’s still unclear quite how
The black and white ball again followed its course
And, uncaring of Sterling’s weak pleas,
Shot straight to his nose and tipped backwards the chair
The other team went to their knees
One miss by Yale and one more remained
One kick would determine the game
Back to the man without fear, without doubt
The man endless soccer balls maim
But where is Scott Sterling? He’s crawling away!
He’s leaving the goal open wide!
Team Yale’s victory’s slipping away
What’s he doing? Everyone cried
The last kick was taken and Scott Sterling turned
As the ball ricocheted off the rim
The last soccer ball of the game, of course
Was making a beeline for him
A final, harsh blow hammered Scott in the face
The crowd rose to their feet with a scream
Yale had won on Scott Sterling alone
And the players were living a dream
The team rushed the field, their hero to cheer
Lark happy they were, sliding in
They pulled him up onto the stretcher of glory
And presented the trophy of their win
The hero was not all that conscious to notice
But he was quite happy, I’m certain
And here on this noble tale
Is where we draw the curtain
And to this day, his legend stands
And inspiration to us all
The man, the myth, the legend: Scott Sterling
The man who could really play ball
Hope you enjoyed the tribute to Studio C’s great soccer hero. 🙂
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