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YWD Goes Gentle Into That Good Night

Dylan Thomas - poet, father, Wolverine.

Alex Goodlett

I feel a Pac and Biggie Week coming on at MnB, but it's a little late now with kickoff against Penn State just a few hours away. Fortunately, though, we've got plenty of inspiration from noted Wolverine and night game afficionado Dylan Thomas, who was kind enough to post his first draft of his famous poem "Do not go gentle into that good night" on an MGoBoard just before his untimely death in 1953.

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Do not Hoke gentle into that good night,
Old Deveon should run and run at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise coaches at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not Hoke gentle into that good night.

Good line-men, the nose tackle let by, crying how slight
Their frail deeds might have danced on a MAC team,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild Norfleets who fair caught, danced, and sang with the ball in flight,
And learn, too late, they gained too few yards when on their way,
Do not Hoke gentle into that good night.

Grave quarter-backs, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, Dave Brandon, there on the sad height,
A curse upon you, from students' fierce tears, I pray.
Do not Hoke gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

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Go have yourselves a beer, Michigan Faithful. It's gonna be a long night. I for one recommend the Bell's Expedition Stout for a night like tonight. It's black as pitch and because it's an imperial stout, it isn't for the faint of heart - a 10.5% ABV will have you feeling no pain at all.

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Until next week, Cheers, Michigan Faithful!