So, once upon a time there was this team that played football in Nebraska and they played in a great and old castle that had been overrun by barbarians. The worst of barbarians, the invited ones. One day, the leader of the barbarians was banished from the castle and there was much rejoicing. Along came an old wise man and he said "I don't recognize this mess". And he put up pictures of the great ones, and he sent messengers with scrolls to the former inhabitants of the castle and he reminded them that they will always be welcome. And things got better. The old wise man cast out the barbarians from the castle and things became more as they should be.
The old wise man called his throng together and told stories of the old days and how he grew strong from the battles. The throng was grateful to have it's leader back. Grown men wept. The throng knew things would be as they should be. The throng heard of how the wise man almost left and the throng felt ashamed for being unloyal to one who is true. The throng learned (or better have) to be patient with young leaders who are brave and true.
The old wise man grew younger before his clan and he said "we shall need to defend our castle" and he added a new member of royalty to the clan. The old wise man introduces the new royalty with much grandeur and pomp and circumstance with a proclamations that will resonate forever as "Here's Bo". This man was brave and true and yet, oddly familiar.
The new leader assemble his court and it was wise and true and yet, oddly familiar. The new leader thanked his ancestors and it was good.
The royalty has taught it's soldiers the ways of the old wise man. How it is good to be fleet of foot, and good to tackle and good to steal (under special circumstances) and very very good to make the others fear. The throng of loyalists visited the castle in the spring and it was very pleasing.
The throng is eager. They will be patient, fore they know the new royalty are good and true and has much mess to straighten out from the ways of the barbarians. But those days are gone and banished, never to return or to be spoken of again.
The throng takes the pledge each day
"Not the victory but the action; Not the goal but the game; In the deed the glory"
And they will live happily ever after.
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