The Victors

The Victors Board Blues
Well, ny1995 carved a black cherry board
From a tree that the neighbors cut down,
Half the fellas said, "That's mighty fine work,"
The other half just clowned around.

There's a quarterback thread rollin' southbound tonight,
With believers and doubters at war,
One man's a future Heisman king,
Another says, "I've heard that before."

And the old-timers gather 'round the digital fire,
Talkin' Sandeep and '97 days,
Rememberin' Harbaugh rumors and coaching searches,
And a thousand forgotten debates.

Chorus
It's the Victors Board, where the takes run wild,
Where the asterisks bloom like weeds,
One post's about football, one post's about wood,
And one guy's postin' Townes Van Zandt CDs.

You've got lawyers, lurkers, and dreamers alike,
Still signin' on after all these years,
Arguin' ball, sharin' old stories,
Laughin' through triumphs and tears.

So raise a glass to the message board cowboys,
Still ridin' that maize-and-blue trail,
Where every prediction's a sure-fire lock
Till September proves it can fail.

Yeah, the Victors Board keeps hummin' along,
Like a jukebox that never gets old—
Part football revival, part comedy club,
Part campfire for Michigan souls.