Upon the digital field they play,
Where logic often goes astray.
With righteous fire and caps-lock might,
They post their takes—oh, what a sight!

A coach’s choice? A player’s fate?
They scream that all should bear their weight.
With zero insight, yet bold decree,
They claim they’d win the WCC.

Recruiting news? A five-star’s near?
They’ll chase him off with jealous sneers.
A transfer comes—"He ain't that great!"
Then begs him back—"Bro, please, just wait!"

Referees? The greatest sin!
For every loss, they're why we didn’t win.
A holding call? A flag was late?
Clearly, that ref must truly hate.

Logic stumbles, reason falls,
Yet still they flood the message walls.
For Cougarboard will always be,
A temple to absurdity.