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Clemson's 20-Game Winning Streak Snapped At the Hands of Virginia Tech!


In this special mid-week RUTS Dynasty report, the #20 Virginia Tech Hokies defeated the #2 Clemson Tigers last night 42-31 to snap the Tigers' 20 game RUTS Dynasty winning streak. With apologies to Ernest Lawrence Thayer's "Casey at the Bat" the RUTS Dynasty commemorates history being made with a poem...to the tune of "Casey at the Bat"...

The Outlook wasn't brilliant for the Hokie 11 that day:
Their record stood at 3-3 with the Clemson Tigers on the way
And with Clemson’s 20 game winning streak, conference title hopes looked lame
A pall-like silence fell upon the Hokie patrons at the game.

A straggling few got up to go in deep despair. The rest
Clung to that hope which springs eternal in the human breast;
They thought, "If only Charles Butler could but get a whack at all —
We'd put up even money now, with Chucky B’s hands on the ball."

Then from five thousand throats and more there rose a lusty yell;
It rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell;
It pounded on the mountain and recoiled upon the land,
For the Hokies, and mighty Chucky, had the ball in his hands.

There was ease in Chucky's manner as he stepped into his place;
There was pride in Chucky's bearing and a smile lit Chucky's face.
And when, responding to the cheers, he rarely was even hit,
Before they knew it the visiting Hokies had a lead of 14-zip.

80 thousand Tiger eyes were on him as he held a finger to the sky
Five thousand Hokie tongues applauded when he spiked the ball in the Tiger eye.
Then while the writhing Clemson coach ground the controller to the floor,
Defiance flashed in Chucky's eye, the Hokie fans wanted more

But Clemson did not go silently, for pride was on the line
Playing in Death Valley, their comeback would come in time
And CJ Spiller, wearing orange, kept his Heisman hopes in tact
Clemson made a valiant comeback, many touchdowns came in fact

From the benches, black with people, there went up a muffled roar,
Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore;
"Hold That Tiger, Hold That Tiger!" shouted some one on the stand;
And it's likely they'd have held him had not Chucky raised his hand.

With a smile of Christian charity great Chucky's visage shone;
He stilled the rising tumult; he bade the game go on;
He signaled to Tyrod Taylor, his trusty QB in white
They knew this would be no easy task, Clemson would put up a fight

"Boo!” cried the maddened Tigers, and echo answered "Boo!”
For 2 pick 6’s were thrown, and the Clemson faithful turned to gloom
They saw their coach’s face grow stern and cold, they saw his voice screech,
And they knew that a big comeback just might be out of their reach

The clock ticked down with silence, they couldn’t believe their eyes
The end of domination in the RUTS Dynasty would come as a surprise
And now the Hokies hold the ball, and now they take a knee
And now the air is shattered by the clock ticking down 5, 4, 3…

Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright,
The Hokie band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere men are laughing, and little children shout;
But there is no joy in Clemson — the mighty Tigers have struck out.