.Since this thread was started, I thought I would resurrect the poem (which I will give reference to at the end) that was about Bobcat Dragon, one of the best Ozone fans to ever stalk the sidelines. You will notice past players names as this incident happened several years ago. Feel free to add any reminiscences if you were there and witnessed the event.
The outlook was brilliant for the Bobcat team that day
The score stood 48 to 31 with one more half to play.
But then when Boyer stole a pass, and Gamble did the same,
a sickly silence fell upon the patrons of the game.
A straggling few got up to go for hot dogs a that point,
the rest sat in the stands around that hallowed, sacred joint.
The thought, if only Bobcat Dragon could yell some lusty cheers,
what happiness it would bring, to faithful listening ears.
But Allen slipped and missed a shot, and Orr then did the same,
one a guard and one a forward playing in the game.
And in the Ozone multitude grim turnover visions sat,
for there seemed a good chance Bobcat hopes might go flat.
But Leon let a two pointer soon swish into the net,
and Walther’s three surely was as good as it can get.
And Convo cheers from rafters echoed sounding like a laugh,
just two minutes thus remained in that first colossal half.
Then from 5,000 throats or more there rose a Bobcat yell;
It rumbled through the concourse, it rattled oh so swell.
It bounced of Beefalo’s bench and recoiled by the band,
For the ref had made a call that all could see was bland.
The call stirred something within the Ozone’s heart,
that caused all fans to react, with a fitful start.
And eyes watched as ref pitched ball to beef to throw,
Bobcat Dragon quickly knew that surely this did blow.
And now the leather-covered sphere into beefs hands did go,
And Bobcat Dragon stood a wondering if things could be this low.
The white and black clad ref close by the Dragon stood,
“I can’t believe you made that call, it surely was no good!”
From the Ozone green with folks, there were some muffled roars,
like the beating of the river wave upon the Hocking’s shores.
“You gotta be kidding me?” some from stands did shout,
for yelling at the game was what it was about.
And upon the painted face of Bobcat Dragon there did grow,
A realization that if nothing said, the game would get too slow.
He yelled quickly to the ref as ball to beef did go;
The ref seemed to ignore it, and game would onward flow.
“No, no bad call!” cried Bobcat faithful there,
and Bobcat Dragon was seen by all, tearing at his hair.
They saw his face grow fervid, they saw him wave his hand,
We knew Bobcat Dragon would make it well all across the land.
A smiles upon the Dragon’s lips, spirit shows upon his face;
What better time to tell the ref that he is way off base.
And now the ref looks Dragon’s way, and his hand is raised,
And now all see the action that leaves few there unamazed.
Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;
The band is playing green and white and somewhere hearts are light,
and somewhere fans are laughing, and somewhere Bobcats shout;
But there is no joy in Convo land---------mighty Dragon's been thrown out.
from Thayer, Casey at the bat.