That’s right, after a brief interruption the Hate Week Poetry Slam is back on!
Please contribute your pieces to this thread, Ducks and Huskies. Here are a few of our favorite selected pieces over the years:
It started at Oregon, that year of ‘08;
The year that we Duck fans remember as great;
The Mormons, the Sooners, the Cardinal, three more;
Your record was suddenly zero and four;
’Zona, the Beavers got in on the mix;
Oh look at that now, you’re zero and 6;
The Domers were next, but somebody in heaven;
Was looking out for your loss number seven;
Back in the Pac were the Trojans and A-State;
Nine losses now, Ducks revel in hate;
The Bruins in Seattle for the tenth loss of the year;
Wazzu in the Apple Cup: “here, hold my beer”;
One last hope in Berkeley to avoid the sad fate;
Of the worst team in history, of which there’s no debate;
Our ATQ South brethren finished the job;
Hung 48 on the fuskies, Seattlites sob;
A decade has passed, since that year of years;
But hoist your glass now, your wine or your beers;
As we toast the wonderful year of ’08;
The year that we Duck fans remember as great.
By Anatra Da Spennare
There once was a team called U-dub.
One year every game was a flub.
They went oh-and-twelve,
said “Oh what the hellve!”
And retired, forth-with, to the pub.
By Schrödinger’s Duck
Dear Oregon Ducks-
I hope these words find you well, and that you all understand
I’ll use nice small words, nothing big or too grand
We don’t call it ‘Hate Week’ up here in the North
To do so is beneath us, it sullies the sport
We’re a proud bunch us Huskies, we’re noble a true
We’ve been through a lot, earned a championship or two
I know you don’t have one, and probably never will
Championships can’t be acquired with money from Phil
Some of you I respect, there are some true fans.
But your bandwagon grows full, quick wins in their hands
Fandom is not earned with pretty branded apparel
Your fanbase is hollow, like a shiny green barrel
Put a new uniform on it! Cover it in chrome!
It’s the flavor of the week, no tradition your own
This is where we differ, us Dawgs and you Ducks
Our fandom is won, while your fandom is bought
See, you held out your hand, “Give us money, you cried”
Losers for decades, yet Uncle Phil has obliged
But class can’t be purchased, you’re pigs in a dress
Still ugly on the inside, a train wreck, a mess
I’ve been to your stadium, had beer thrown at me too
But it sure cleared out early, when we hung 70 on you.
As a group you are great, at making headlines en masse
Throwing food at other teams, you’re tasteless, no class
You had a good run, 04 to 15
It was pretty impressive, the best that we’ve have seen
Money and Nike, almost straight to the top
But came crashing down, like Icarus, a flop
Had your chance and you blew it, thought you could lead the PAC
Webbed feet aren’t for running, so best stay at the back
If history holds true then it’s where you belong
You were never a leader, you were never that strong
So, Like the changing of seasons, our reign is back
We’re Kings of the North, you’re the Lannisters of Quack
So buckle your chinstraps, because here come the Dawgs
And we’re coming for blood, yours will run from our paws.
Hate is a strong word, not to be thrown around.
But you we do hate, signed sincerely, ‘The Pound.