Aye, top o’ the mornin to ye. Is there anythin more pleasin to these old Irish eyes than to see a fair young Irish lad take to those emerald fields as the startin quarterback? Nae.
And that’s why I was so overjoyed to hear that redshirt freshman Danny O’Brien, the young lad, might be relinquishin his red shirt to take the helm for the Terps. But then, I was equally dismayed to see Ralph Friedgen a back-peddlin on the offer, even though he still says he’s thinkin about the future. Ralph’s gonna talk with Chris Turner now, and methinks he’ll be blamin the old media for his gaffery.
To help Ralph in his deliberations, I wrote a wee ballad to tell the tale o’ Danny O’Brien. Here’s hopin you be enjoyin it. Did I mention I’m also part pirate? Aye, tis true. One-quarter pirate me matey. It’s a shame Bart Lafitte ended up goin to LSU.
(Intro…it be a single Irish fiddle, a-playin- ever so softly)
Danny Boy, his countenance fair,
His chin goatee so wispy,
he’d lay the defense on its ear
and torch their backs so crispy.
But nae he’ll get the chance I fear
to bail out the season.
Chris Turner is the man this year
for nary a good reason.
(enter the liltin o’ the Irish flute)
O’Brien has a shirt of red.
His play would be to waste it
But as a fan I want him to
play so bad I can taste it.
It’s not that he would be the man
who’d save us from the grave.
In fact I think he’d be well served
to first learn how to shave.
But from a selfish point of view
(as most points of view are),
It’d be more fun with Danny Boy
o’er Chris or — ugh — Jamarr
Here ends me tale of want and woe
with just a simple plea:
If Danny Boy should be the man
the cornerstone of future plans
then keep him on your knee;
But if you’re givin up forthwith
or markin time til Tyler Smith
then why not give the boy his chance
and see if he’ll survive the dance?