If passing errs were millionaires, he'd be J. Paul Getty.
Alas! Alack! Unfair! Unjust! to only blame poor Milt,
The game's Gestalt: No one's at fault, all men must share the guilt.
So instead, let's pin it on the squad's entire psyche,
Up for Yale but not for Brown, which made the loss more likely.
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And now we get our just deserts--at best an Ivy tie,
But if Yale beats our Harvard fleet, it's that cellar in the sky.
It's fourth-and-ten and time is waned (if only poems could punt),
The whole team railed (my name impaled), Cosell must bear the brunt.