UM 84—68 FSU
The orange pieces paced quickly to their seats,
Some entered with hope, some other with bribes,
The first whistle blows; the ball the first rim hits
The minutes pass, slow score—no vibes.
The teams throw punches, tit for tat;
The numbers rise, the other counters
Defensive fury as the offense falls flat,
A slow new rhythm as the half flounders.
Canes start second as the Seminoles rise
To a second half lead; then the defense again
Gains the power; FSU can’t play nice
And foul troubles compile as the canes take the gain
An 18-0 run as the arena explodes to a twenty point lead,
To protect their home undefeated: opponents take heed.
