10 October 2022

Updates to the Site

Hail and well reacquainted! This past weekend was a valiant effort from the Pride in a home loss to MIT's Engineers. Coach Gibson along with several other alumni happened to be in attendance. In housekeeping, "Alumni Games" now has its own home on the site having moved from the "Stats" section.

In other news, our OG is home! Coach Cannon was appointed as Coach Gibson's replacement over the summer.

As my time as capo continues, I'm glad a familiar face will be leading the charge for years to come! I'm hoping to keep adding content in the near future.

10 April 2020

Bella Ciao! (Unofficial Song)

NEW!

(to the Italian war song Bella Ciao)

The time has come now,
Brothers and sisters,
Oh bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciao,
The time has come now,
Brothers and sisters,
To lock arms and join the fight,

The drums are beating,
The flags are waving,
Oh bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciao,
The drums are beating,
The flags are waving,
For Springfield I will give my life,

And I will tell them,
And we will tell them,
Ooh bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciao,
That we are Springfield,
We wont surrender,
'Cause were coming for the cup,

Next time you see us,
We'll still be singing,
Oh bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciao,
Next time you see us,
We'll still be singing,
We are Springfield 'til we die,

na na.... 2x minimum

30 April 2019

Massachusetts (Unofficial Song)

NEW!

(The Bee Gees' Massachusetts, adapted for Springfield)



Feel I'm goin' back to Massachusetts,
Something's telling me I must go home,
And the lights all went out in Massachusetts,
The day I left them standing on their own,

Had to shuffle back on up to Buff’lo,
Gotta do the things I need to do,
And the lights all went out in Massachusetts,
They brought me back to see my way with you,

Talk about the life in Massachusetts,
Speak about the people I have seen,
And the lights all went out in Massachusetts,
And Massachusetts is one place I have seen,

I will remember Massachusetts,
I will remember Massachusetts,
I will remember Massachusetts

25 April 2019

On the Rocky Road to Cambridge (Unofficial Song)

NEW!

*This tells the story of the 2013 SCWS season that would set the precedent over the next four seasons (and then some in part) en route to the NEWMAC Championship which Springfield finished second in the regular season behind MIT in the opportunity to host the match.



(to The Dubliners' On the Rocky Road to Dublin)

While in the merry month of August from me home I started,
Left the girls of Lancaster nearly broken-hearted saluted father dear,
Kissed me darling mother shout for all to hear me sing and share with one another,
{{Bridge}}
Then off to sound the horn,
And leave where I was born,
Eastward be adored,
To cherish Springfield - football with all my energy fatigued,
Still smiling with glee,
For all the world to see,
{{Chorus}}
On the rocky road to Cambridge,
One, two, three, four, five,
Trap the beavers turn ‘em down the rocky road
And all the ways to Cambridge, whack fo-lol-de-da

In Boston town that night I rested chords so weary,
Started by daylight next morning blithe and early,
Took a drop of tea to keep me heart from shrinking,
That’s the Ricky’s cure when’er he’s on for singing
{{Bridge}}
To hear the lassies smile,
Laughing all the while,
At me curious style,
‘Twould set your heart a-bubblin’,
They asked me was I hired,
And wages I required,
To lay was almost tired,
{{Chorus}}
Of the rocky road to Cambridge,
One, two, three, four, five,
Trap the beavers turn ‘em down the rocky road
And all the ways to Cambridge, whack fo-lol-de-da

In Cambridge next arrived, I thought it such a pity,
To soon be so maligned a knock of that antiquity,
So then I took a stroll, all among the quality,
Crumble it was fallen, in a new locality,
{{Bridge}}
Something crossed me mind,
When I looked behind,
No crumble could I find,
Upon me voice a-wobblin’,
Worrying all of the same,
Considering the game,
It was very tame,
{{Chorus}}
On the rocky road to Cambridge,
One, two, three, four, five,
Trap the beavers turn ‘em down the rocky road
And all the ways to Cambridge, whack fo-lol-de-da

From there I got away, me spirits never falling,
Briefly for a time, ‘twas only time for stalling,
Then we went and scored,
Said the ref no goal and went without reward,
Uncertain look from Ricky,
{{Bridge}}
Dow’n among the pack,
Again, on the attack,
The lads and I stood back,
Winds around me whistling,
An hour and ten we tread, to kicks we went with dread,
Or better for instead,
{{Chorus}}
On the rocky road to Cambridge,
One, two, three, four, five,
Trap the beavers turn ‘em down the rocky road
And all the ways to Cambridge, whack fo-lol-de-da

The girls of Springfield when at last we ended,
From the mark again, I really couldn’t stand it,
Blood began to boil, temper I was losing,
‘Twas faith in them they began abusing,
{{Bridge}}
Thank the Lord says I,
The lads had all let fly,
And the girls were by,
And saw was I a trailin’,
Forever remembered the day,
They joined in with the fray,
Quickly cleared the way,
{{Chorus}}
For the rocky road to Cambridge,
One, two, three, four, five,
Trap the beavers turn ‘em down the rocky road
And all the ways to Cambridge, whack fo-lol-de-da

08 April 2019

At the Knowledge Corridor (Unofficial Song)

NEW!

(to The Tragically Hip's At the Hundredth Meridian)



Me debunk a Canadian myth?
And be the voice of morale?
Where the Pioneer Valley begins,
At the Knowledge Corridor,
At the Knowledge Corridor,
Where the Valley begins,

Stepping stone for a victory zone,
Old Hill is where we play,
Golden Bears are lagging,
In the Sixteen Acres,
At the Knowledge Corridor,
At the Knowledge Corridor,
At the Knowledge Corridor,
Where the Valley begins,

Left alone to get tenacious,
Big, bold, and brawny,
A revolution was a-happening at Springfield,
Came crashing through the NEWMAC,
A dynasty behold the story untold,
Putting on - a very good show,
Took down Western New England,
In the Sixteen Acres,
At the Knowledge Corridor,
At the Knowledge Corridor,
At the Knowledge Corridor,
Where the Valley begins,

At the Knowledge Corridor,
At the Knowledge Corridor,
At the Knowledge Corridor,
Where the Valley begins,

I remember,
I remember Buffalo,
And I remember Hillsborough,
It would seem to me I remember every single little thing I know

{Bridge}
For the vast posterity, promise me, promise me,
If I should leave some place I don't want to be,
You'll write 'em up and sing with me, unceremoniously,
Away from McKnight as well as Bay, Sixteen Acres same,
Whispers of our name and the glory of eternity,
And honor us justly and duly and properly,
A-I-C and Win-nu are the enemy,
At the Knowledge Corridor,
At the Knowledge Corridor,
At the Knowledge Corridor,
Where the Valley begins,

At the Knowledge Corridor,
At the Knowledge Corridor,
At the Knowledge Corridor,
At the Knowledge Corridor,
At the Knowledge Corridor,
Where the Valley
Begins

09 December 2018

The Voice of Ricky Mazella (Unofficial Song)

NEW!

*This tells the story of my rise to prominence as the founder of the Naismith Army as the official student supporter's group of Springfield College Athletics.

(to Gordon Lightfoot's Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald)



The legend lives on from New England on down,
Of the lake that they called Massasoit,
The lake, it is told, never gives up her gold,
When the skies of November anointed,
With a mind of his own come to town all alone,
It was Ricky Mazella quite surely,
Should the time ever come for his work to be done,
When the gales of November came early,

The man was the guy from St. Mary’s High,
And a smart native Western New Yorker,
As soccer player though, he was overlooked so,
Somewhere near the Canadian border,
Not knowing his fate as he seemed to debate,
When he waited to hear back from Springfield,
And later that week when the letter came in,
Their acceptance made his future sealed,

Upon his decent Pioneer Valley bound,
It took him two months to get settled,
And every lass knew, as the captain did too,
T'was the ghost of November who meddled,
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait,
When the gales of November came slashin',
When afternoon came it was calm again,
In advance of a match that had beckoned,

When suppertime came, the young buck did the same,
He thought maybe he should go see the action,
At four o’clock pm the match would begin,
He decided to barrack by reaction,
John Gibson once more coached the ladies to score,
As the match had progressed and developed,
And shortly later on when his wits had kicked on,
Came the voice of ol’ Ricky Mazella,

For that was the day that old Springfield had changed,
While his echoes still linger Brock-Affleck,
The mem’ries all say of his praises today,
In the times that he said were fantastic,
He might have been pressured or he might’ve been forced,
But he didn’t want to leave his alma mater,
And all that remains are the faces and the names,
Of the husbands, the sons, and the daughters,

December came not during those three long years,
While they only got as far as John’s Hopkins,
But the night sky gleams like the young man's dreams,
As the times that they had were a-rockin’,
And then came the day that he went away,
Much to his own chagrin haunts forever,
It wasn’t his plan though, as the ladies all know,
With the gales of November remembered,

In the Marsh Memorial Chapel they prayed,
Were they able to find a new fella,
The Union bell chimed till it rang twenty-six times,
For each win under Ricky Mazella,
The legend lives on from New England on down,
Of the lake that they called Massasoit,
The lake, it is told, never gives up her gold,
When the skies of November anointed

27 September 2018

Her Name is Kaleigh Dale (Player Song - Re-release)

Introducing a new player for the 2018 season!

(to The Romantics' I Wanna Be Sedated; Replacing "Oh, Kaleigh Dale)

Twenty, twenty, twenty shots every night,
Her name is Kaleigh Dale,
Letting you know she's up for the fight,
Her name is Kaleigh Dale,

Just play some pretty football, put 'em in the net,
Hurry, hurry, hurry, she's faster than a jet,
She's gonna make you nervous,
She's gonna make you sweat,
Oh oh oh oooh oh

Twenty, twenty, twenty shots every night,
Her name is Kaleigh Dale,
Letting you know she's up for the fight,
Her name is Kaleigh Dale,

Just play some pretty football, put 'em in the net,
Hurry, hurry, hurry, she's faster than a jet,
She's gonna make you nervous,
She's gonna make you sweat,
Oh oh oh oooh oh

Ba, ba, ba, ba,
Ba, ba, ba, ba,
Her name is Kaleigh Dale...