that is cool! more poetry please
The Road We Chose
They took the wide road, loud and proud,
Scarlet voices, brash and crowd.
We took the harder path instead—
Dodgeball, dawns, and iron sleds.
One room hot, one whistle sharp,
Every rep a thunderclap.
While others talked of banners past,
Cael built a future meant to last.
Now Friday night, the mat rolls out,
Bryce Jordan Center—roar of doubt.
Hands down low, eyes locked tight—
Penn State owns the final fight.
Chain wrestling, wave on wave,
Every scramble, every save.
Where they hope, we know the end:
Seven hard minutes. Break. Then bend.
This is not luck.
This is not chance.
This is science mixed with stance.
This is blue and white belief—
Pressure, pace, and cruel relief.
So take the road that’s worn and wide,
We’ll take the one where champions ride.
And when the final whistle’s heard,
One truth remains, without a word:
Penn State chose the harder way.
Penn State dominates this Friday.
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