'Twas the night before kickoff and from sea to sea, Not a student was sleeping, nor mentor or emcee. The buildspace was cleaned with the greatest of care, In hopes of a brilliant robot this year.
The CAD team was ready the build team was poised, Programmers had headphones to cancel out noise. Media was ready, with cameras abound, The team was waiting for the game to astound.
Take your last chance at a some time off, rest up and get a full night’s sleep tonight
‘Twas the night before Kickoff, when all thro’ the build space,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The safety glasses were hung by the tools with care,
In hopes that the new game would soon would be here;
The team members were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of robots danc’d in their heads,
And coach in he team shirt, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap-
When out on the internet there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from to my ke…
’Twas the night before kickoff, when all through the land
Everyone was a buzz over what Dean had planned;
dreaming of orbitballs that set in the airlock with care,
and remembering moonrocks that were flying through the air;
Old robots were sitting alone and forgotten
Autonomous code didn’t load, and Game Hints that FIRST had forgotten.
Bill’s blog has not given a game hint or clue,
Finals are done, and thousands have nothing to do.
When out from the CAD room I heard such a sound
But at …
Twas the night before Kickoff, when all thro’ CD
Not a member was posting, not even Chris is me.
The game hints were posted and beaten to death,
While thoughts of a water game made some hold their breath.
The manual, encrypted, had been tried to crack,
But too long a password made it to hard to hack.
Dave in Hawaiian, and Dean in his denim,
Had fired up Q&A, ready for the lawyering venom.
When in the Game Hint thread there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the m…
'Twas the Night Before Kickoff
or An Account of a Visit from Dean
by George A. Wallace, III
'Twas the night before Kickoff, and all through the pad
I alone was still stirring. No sleep to be had.
Speculations abound: wild guesses everywhere.
But the secret of The Game had been handled with care.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of Dean and Woodie danced through my head.
To my six-week absence my wife had resigned.
She slept while I wrestled with transmissi…
'Twas the night before kickoff, and all through the shop
Not a FIRSTer could sleep as it has come to a stop.
The AndyMark products were sad at the chance of being replaced by Vex Pro
Knowing that this year, they might have to go.
The children were nestled, all snug in their beds
While visions of water games danced in their heads.
And the GDC with their “hints”, and Frank with his blog,
Gave us a chance to guess the game covered with fog.
Over in Manchester, there was such a clatter,
We …
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