Pity the Fan
When I was nine I learned survival,
Taught myself how to care
I was the biggest fan to wonder
How would the Hoosiers fare?
Week after week I schemed:
How the boys would do
Never thought the team would fold
Even when they went cold
I never questioned they would lose or fail
Just in case they did pale
Pity the fan who has such high hopes
Knows how his squad succeeds
Seeing them all the way
Foes will rue the day
Pity the fan who knew Coach Bob Knight
Saw his faults
Saw his fiery side
Pity the fan in stride
We never asked should he change his style
Just in case he did file
Chorus:
When I was five my Hoosiers won out!
And in fourth grade a championship rout!
During high school they made the last score
I was a fool and wanted much more
Fool that I was I thought this would bring
Dances and rings closer together
The game passed us up as soon as he left the scene
We were the last to recruit the best
Our key shooters failed the test
Hoosier athletes could not be best
The losses would just pile up
And we were losing like all the rest
IU took the road of least resistance
They had their game to playThey lost the skill and more the hunger
So hard to get away
Pity the fan with no such recourse
Poor defense
No escape from relentless runs
Always the others' guns
I never knew how to prepare to lose
I'm a fan who can't choose!
Pity the fan but not forever
Not if he stays that wayIU can get all they wanted
If they're prepared to pay
Pity instead the failure program
What they've missed
What they lost when they let us down
And I wonder do they know
I hoped success, what a crazy thing to do?
In case there's Purdue...
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In college the Hoosiers made the Final Four
Pity the fan who knew such victories!
Huge winning and success
Of his own boys
All that triumphant noise
Just in case they said: Purdue
North Carolina? Duke?
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