After waiting for this to come down, and not even being the top story, I got to thinking about how stormy the past year has been for Pitt football. And then something started playing in my head, and like most earworms the only way to drive it out is to sing along. S'anyway... my apologies to Gordon Lightfoot, and most of the Pitt fans reading, but it was either output this, or have it grind my head raw.

The legend lives on from Oakland on down
The big river called Monongahela
Where heroes are good, and they do what they should
Until of course they up and fail ya
He came from the north and he showed off his worth
Still some thought his background was troubled
He caught balls in the end zone which QB's would send
Though the coverage around him was doubled

For the trouble we'd see in the fall of '03
I guess we'll blame Donna Shalala
A half a league onward was taken all downward
To the ACC, they won't delay ya.
The Cards and Cinci won't replace Miami
Though basketball's prospects look stronger
But winning football from Marquette or DePaul
Could take just a little bit longer

If the coach will not play ya, you shouldn't just stay
No loyalty needed for that, kid
You're on national TV, but it's not you they see
In the face of a Hurricane night win.
Then off to New York to the Heisman Award
One last star turn in the primetime.
But your name won't get called if you just catch the ball
I guess, son, then: it's better luck next time.

Bye to the BCS, bye to success
Eight and four will just raise up the ire
Your streak broken and torn on a Saturday morn
As Cavs go and shoot out your tire
So your conference is through, and you might be too
If you stay and lose your draft position,
Thought he said that he'd stay, to see the next day
But his dad had just made his decision

Was it second or third year? The pivotal word
Was the date of his class' graduation
He'd done one year, you see, in a preparatory
So he wanted a league consultation
"We'd like you, but yet, there's Maurice Clarett
And he'd shatter our by-laws to pieces.
So just stay there and wait, till we get it all straight
Then we'll grant you your college releases."

His legend lives on from Oakland on down
Though next autumn that may mean the Raiders
And some will forgive him, or live and let live
But in Pittsburgh, we're all playa haters.
So off to the draft, go practice your craft
On Primetime they're waitin' to herald
If injured in play, we trust Berman will say
"It's the Wreck of the Larry Fitzgerald!"
"It's the Wreck of the Larry Fitzgerald!"