The Golden Panthers athletes were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of future championships danced in their heads;
And the Herald's GPP, and I with a computer on my lap,
Had just settled down for an FIU Christmas yap,
When out on the field there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my chair to see what was the matter.
Tore open the shutters to see if it was another MC Gatorade splash.
The moon on the crest of a new FIU sports show
Gave the lustre of mid-day to the Golden Panthers below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a blue and gold sleigh, and eight shiny leaders,
With a bold driver, so lively and fleet,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Pete.
More rapid than eagles his coaches they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Mario! now Turtle! now, Sergio and Cindy!
On, Munga! on Thomas! on, Danijela and Casely!
To the top of the Sun Belt! to the top of it all!
Now win this way! Win this way! Win this way all!"
So up to the conference-top the coaches they flew,
With a sleigh full of wins, and St. Pete too.
"More FIU, more FIU" another FIU foe suffered another loss.
As I drew my hands, and started to type,
First came the FIU football team with a new stadium so bright.
The Golden Panthers were dressed all in blue, from head to foot,
And North Texas was all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of wins began after that first,
And FIU looked like an athletic program about to burst.
The FIU fans' eyes -- how they twinkled! their dimples how merry!
Then Turtle and his team made the winning customary!
The Golden Panthers started out with USC,
And continued with a final sweep of UCG;
The Sun Belt baseball slate soon then arrived,
And Turtle's boys did more than survive;
With a real pitching coach and pitchers with promise,
Bats that produced, and a defense that was no novice.
The Golden Panthers played baseball past May,
As the five-year playoff drought was banished away.
That's how the FIU baseball season began in twenty-oh-eight,
To see how it finishes, you'll just have to wait;
And the chances are the win column won't be as hollow,
The rest of the FIU teams took a turn for the best,
PG sprang to his sleigh, to his coaches he gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like a Paul McCall missile.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night."