The brickyard bricks are waiting for tonight's Bulldog outing;
the crisp night air filled with cracking pads and crazed fans shouting.
No eyes, no ears, yet somehow they know;
That in just a few hours the dogs will put on a show.
There's no PA system proudly announcing "first down";
and those poor Grovetown boys have yet to leave their town.
The tickets are printed and ready to sell;
and the Dogs are in class thinking about giving 'em hell.
The Brigade is silent but soon they'll excite the masses;
when the referees take the field, of course, none will have their glasses.
The commander's staff has their game plan all ready;
Their adrenaline is building too but they strive to remain steady.
The Brickyard grass is gulping that fresh morning dew;
and soaking up the sun hoping to look good as new.
Bathrooms and stands are clean as can be;
Even T-Bone's outfit is clean and smells like the sea.
Parents at work are watching the clock with poise
Soon it will be Friday Night in Thomson and
TIME TO GO MAKE SOME NOISE!!
