PASADENA (WZZM) -- WZZM 13's Tom Clyde is in Pasadena for the Rose Bowl, pitting Michigan State against Stanford.
The team held a pep rally for fans at the L.A. Live Plaza on New Year's Eve.
Shawne Haddad and Evan Grundner from our partners the Lansing State Journal penned this poem, that captures the excitement of the night before the Spartans' big game.
'TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE ROSE BOWL
(by Shawne Haddad and Evan Grundner)
Twas the night before Rose Bowl, and all through the state,
Not a creature was sleeping; the State fans were up late.
The car flags were hung on the windows with care,
And Michigan State banners flew everywhere.
The children were giggling, all tucked in their beds,
While visions of roses danced in their heads.
And Ma in her Spartan Green and I in my white,
Were busy watching ESPN, yes, busy all night.
When all of a sudden, I heard such a clatter,
I sprang from my seat to see what was the matter.
I ran to the window and opened the sash,
And saw hundreds of kids in a couch burning bash.
The fans they were chanting Burn the Tree
Yes, its a Rose Bowl pregame party that I see.
And in the front of the crowd was a merry old man,
I knew in a moment, he was one special fan.
The crowd came to a halt and they all gathered round,
The leader in front with a smile not found.
His proud twinkling eyes showed a hint of a tear
As he led the crowd in a joyous Sparty cheer.
"Now Drummond! Now Lewis! Now Jones, Rush, and Dennard!
On Fowler! On France! On Lippett and Langford!
To the end of the field, keep moving that ball!
Now smash away! Crash away! Bash away all!"
The defense will play just like each and every week.
And when they beat Stanford, all of East Lansing will shriek.
So, during the Rose Bowl, where the Card, they will lose
against the nations best defense; the Spartans abuse!
And then, from the sidelines, I saw the quick look.
As the offense arrived, led by Connor Cook.
As the crowd cheered loudly, with a joyous sound,
Down the field came Sparty with a leap and a bound.
He was dressed all in green, from his head to his heel,
And the uniform was prepped with the Rose Bowl seal,
A bundle of linemen he had slung on his back,
And he looked like Saint Nick, just opening his pack.
The games outcome was obvious, upon further reflection
The play calls were brilliant and run to perfection.
The Spartans, with ease, picked roses as they played,
The coaching was perfect, guiding them if one strayed.
The mic was held tight near Dantonios teeth,
The headset encircled his head like a wreath.
He kept a solemn face and rarely showed smile,
Clearly relaxed, he'd done this awhile.
Coach D was slender and tall; a rigid, somber guy,
And I laughed when I saw him, though I dont know why.
A wink in his eye and the twist of his head,
Assured me he knew that we had nothing to dread.
Then he spoke not a word, as he passed through the crowd,
Fulfilling all of his promises, making good on his word.
And pointing his finger straight up in the air,
he proved to the nation that they came prepared.
He went there that day, to the Cards a dismissal.
And hoisting the trophy, the crowd loudly whistled.
And I heard him exclaim through the cheering that night,
We are Number 1! Go Green! Go White!