A Newark Miracle: BYU Stuns the Tide

In March’s wild and wondrous tide,
The Cougars met the Crimson Pride.
Sweet Sixteen, the stakes were grand—
But BYU had other plans.

The Tide rolled in with strength and fame,
But Provo boys lit up the game.
With hustle, heart, and shooting flair,
They carved their names in hardwood air.

Enter Richie, Tater Tot King,
With every slash, the crowd would sing.
Off the bench with fire and flair,
He soared and scored like he was heir—
Not just to spuds, but clutch gene gold,
His every bucket brave and bold.

And from the steppes of lands afar,
Came Egor Demin, rising star.
A Russian storm with length and poise,
He silenced Bama’s biggest noise.
Step-back threes and chasedown blocks,
His game was sharper than a fox.

The court was theirs, the moment bright,
Cougars clawed through Southern might.
The Tide had talent, size, and speed,
But BYU just had more need.

The buzzer blared, the world stood still,
Blue and white on top the hill.
And in that Sweet, sweet victory night,
They proved that heart outshines sheer might.

So raise a toast with Cougar cheer,
To Richie’s grit and Egor’s gear.
From spuds to stars, from dreams to done,
BYU’s madness has begun.