Timmyclutch and Phdeac, they both agree,
On one thing, it's quite clear to see,
Quarterback Mitch Griffis, from Wake Forest, they say,
Brings them displeasure in every single way.
They dislike his passes, his style, and his grace,
They wish for a change in that quarterback's place.
Their cheers for the team may be loud and bold,
But for Mitch Griffis, their hearts stay cold
In the land of Wake Forest, where dreams took flight,
Lived a young quarterback, with all his might,
Mitch was his name, a lad of humble grace,
With a heart full of dreams and a determined face.
On the field he stumbled, his throws awry,
A struggling star beneath the vast, blue sky,
Yet within him, a flicker, a magical spark,
A passion for the game that lit up the dark.
Through interceptions and fumbles, he learned to rise,
With every defeat, he sought the skies,
In the depths of despair, he found his might,
A spirit unyielding, burning bright.
With each sunrise, he practiced hard,
In the quiet dawn, in the backyard,
His arm grew strong, his vision keen,
He chased his goals, his every dream.
The season wore on, as did his toil,
In the face of adversity, he found his foil,
His passes grew true, his tactics refined,
A transformation, in heart and in mind.
The crowd began to whisper, then cheer,
As Mitch, the magic quarterback, drew near,
He weaved his spells with a skillful hand,
Guiding his team across the land.
Touchdowns echoed like a triumphant song,
In the hearts of the fans, where they belong,
He led Wake Forest with courage bold,
Turning every challenge into gold.
Through the storm, he emerged, a Heisman knight,
With his name in lights, shining bright,
A tale of redemption, of dreams reborn,
In the story of Mitch, the quarterback, adorned.
With a heart that never ceased to believe,
He conquered the odds, made all skeptics grieve,
From a struggling start to the Heisman's embrace,
Mitch's journey became a legend, a tale of grace.