Myla 🐻

’Twas the night before kickoff, and all through the Bay, Not a Bruin was stirring, they’d lost their way. The helmets were hung in the locker room with care, For Tosh Lupoi’s Bears soon would be there. The students were nestled, drunk snug in their beds, While visions of Jaron bombs danced in their heads. And down in Westwood, there rose such a clatter, They joined the Big Ten and somehow got sadder. Tomorrow they’ll journey to Strawberry Canyon, With Nico, some transfers, and whatever’s left standing. Then out of the tunnel, beneath Berkeley’s light, Come the California Bears for the Joe Roth night. Ninety-five meetings. A rivalry restored. Two old foes who conference realignment ignored. So sleep tight, little Bruins. Enjoy one last dream. Tomorrow the Calgorithm goes back on the screen.