In San Antonio’s grand expanse,Where sixty thousand held a trance,The Final Four took thrilling flight,Florida and Duke locked in a fight,
But oh, the Gators, strong and true,Their will unbent, saw victory through.Duke fell, their championship dream denied,While Florida’s spirit burned inside.
Then two days passed, the tension high,Against Houston’s might, they had to fly.A razor’s edge, the score so tight,Two points the margin, bathed in light.
A whistle blew, the air grew still,A foul called late, against their will.Free throws awarded, pressure vast,A chance for...