Good morning
2nd to None. AKA (DOC Brown). A poem from the Cleveland County and the 5A and 3A State Champions.
The Lion Tamer’s Guide
The buses pull in and the Shelby fans boast, But by halftime, their pride is as burnt as their toast. They walk in like kings with their "Golden" veneer, Then they see the
Crest Chargers and break out in fear.
The Chargers are titans, they’re fast and they’re lean, The toughest machines that the county has seen. But Shelby? They’re playing like they’re stuck in the mud, Their "big winning streak" was a bit of a dud. Their quarterback’s shaking, his jersey’s too big, He looks like a toddler trying to dance a jig.
While Crest hits the hole like a freight train on tracks, The Lions are busy... just flat on their backs. They try to call plays, but the signal is weak, With a defense that’s porous and offense that’s bleak. Is that a roar coming out of their huddle? Or just the sound of a cat in a puddle?
Their mascot is shedding, his spirit is gone, He’s looking for snacks on the stadium lawn. So here’s to the
Chargers, the kings of the turf, While Shelby is basically... well, they’re just surf. One team is a legend, the other’s a joke, Crest brings the fire, and Shelby just smoke.