My Beloved Alma Mater (the one I graduated from) has a fight song (actually, it's called the Victory Song; the actual fight song pisses me off because it should be called the We're Getting Our Panties Jammed Up Our Crack By A School We Hate Song) that can, sometimes, bring tears to my little mob-mentality eyes. The Victory Song (and the Alma Mater, to which I have repenned the lyrics to pay homage to the things that make state schools great) bring me to my feet reflexively every time. Music, of course, has great power. Just ask Wagner.
From today's edition of NFL.com's very fine (JOlene's disdain notwithstanding) Tuesday Morning Quarterback, by Gregg Easterbrook comes an item about the fight song of Saint Olaf College, in Northfield, Minnesota. It is, stomp-down, the greatest fight song in the history of the universe.
Listen to it here. Don't argue. Just go listen to it. Now. Imagine as your own.
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