(I’m predicting a bigger margin of victory)
The Clash of Cougars and Rams

In March’s fierce and fateful hour,
When hardwood warriors rise to power,
Two teams stood firm, both hearts ablaze—
BYU and VCU set to amaze.

The brackets called, the crowd drew near,
Their roars rang loud, their voices clear.
The Cougars came with steady stride,
Their mountain pride a swelling tide.
The Rams stood fierce, with horns held high,
Their iron will refused to die.

The ball was tipped, the game took flight—
A storm of skill, both fierce and tight.
BYU struck with pinpoint threes,
Like icy winds from mountain breeze.
Trevin Knell let arrows fly,
And chants of “Go Cougs!” split the sky.

Yet VCU, with traps so sly,
Pressed hard with speed no man could tie.
Their guards like shadows, swift and sleek,
Turnovers came — the crowd’s hearts weak.
The Rams surged forth, their hooves like flame,
And took the lead in this bold game.

Halftime came; the scoreboard glowed—
BYU down, but courage showed.
Coach Young stood firm, his voice a roar:
“We’ve climbed these peaks, we’ll climb once more!”

The Cougars soared as battle called,
With Richie Saunders driving bold.
A spin, a shot, the net sang sweet—
The Rams now staggered on their feet.

But VCU, in one last stand,
Struck hard with muscle, swift and grand.
A tie game now, with moments few—
The crowd held breath, the tension grew.

Then Egor Demin, with steady hand,
Drove past the press — his feet like sand.
A pass, a cut, a rising leap—
Dallin Hall’s shot struck deep!

The horn then blared; the game was won.
BYU rose — their mission done.
The Cougar faithful cried with pride,
For mountain hearts had turned the tide.

So legends tell of that great fight,
Where Rams charged hard and Cougars climbed heights.
March’s madness, etched in fame—
BYU’s courage sealed the game

An epic poem by ChatGPT