I know how excited you are about the season. And from what you tell me there is good reason. I hear about St. William working through the night, while you're tucked in the bed at night. From the coup he has now flown, to salvage everything that Spurrier has blown. Soon he will draw nigh, bringing stars to fill an empty sky. For he can not do this alone, he returns with workers from his home. Dream about trophies for your case, other than rings for fifth place. With your renewed confidence in Tanner, you'll have more to show than just the banner. So through on a new yule log, and fear not the citadel bulldog. And celebrate this with good cheer, tis the end of another abismal year.