Rode the Union shuttle to Bramlage in like 1990 as a little kid to watch Dana Altman's crew get totally dominated by the red-hot Arkansas Razorbacks. 'Twas before Christmas. On the shuttle over, my little brother and I were entertaining everyone with a totally Christmas carol we had just learned. It was to the tune of "Oh, Christmas Tree," but the lyrics went like this:
Oh, Tom the Toad, oh Tom the Toad, why are you lying in the road?
You did not seeeeeeee that car ahead, and now you're maarrrrrrked with tire tread.
Oh, Tom the Toad, oh Tom the Toad, why are you lying in the road?
Shuttle bus was in stitches. Then we got our asses handed to us at Bramlage.