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An Ode to Jim Boeheim

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Jim Boeheim putting on his imaginary championship belt.  (Photo by Mitchell Layton/Getty Images)
Jim Boeheim putting on his imaginary championship belt. (Photo by Mitchell Layton/Getty Images)
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Georgetown lost.  I lost.  And now we all lose.  As a result of a bet I made with Hoya Suxa, I am contractually obligated to pen a poem extolling Jim Boeheim.  I am never betting again, well at least not until the next time Georgetown plays Syracuse.

Submitted for the approval of the midnight society Hoya Suxa, I call this Shakespearean Sonnet : An Ode to JB.

(Poem After the Jump)

 


A foe and villain; friend you'll never be. 
A post-game menace; media, be warned. 
Annoying, smug, and so gosh-darn whiny.
Dare to speak against, you'll face Magoo scorn. 

But who am I to judge? From where this right?
I'm just a sad fan of the losing school.  
Success for you, by no means rare a sight.
And one HOT wife: how did you land Ms. Jules?

So Jim, to you I say deserved congrats.  
On Georgetown's home court you have won again.
While Thompson Three appeared as a rugrat.
Leave us with naught and take pride in your win.

Sustained success, one of the few to claim.
 Enjoy your due spot, in the Hall of Fame.