My apologies to Will...

Friends, Romans, fooball fans, lend me your ears:
We come to bury Urban, not to praise him.
The evil that Gators do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones;
So let it be with Urban. The noble Bob
Hath told you Urban is ambitious:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Urban answered it.
(Here, under leave of Bob and the team –
For Bob is an honorable man;
So are all Sooners, all honorable men )–
Come I to speak in Urban's impending doom.
He is an SEC coach, faithful, but just another Gator to me:
But Bob says he is ambitious;
And Bob is an honorable man.
He hath brought many captives home to Norman,
Whose ransoms did the O-Club donors fill:
Did this in Urban seem ambitious?
When that Mack Brown had cried, Urban hath wept.
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff:
Yet Bob says he is ambitious;
And Bob is an honorable man.
You all did see that on the Big 12 Championship Game
He hath been four times presented him a kingly crown,
Which he did four times refuse: was this ambition?
Yet Bob says he is ambitious;
And, sure, he is an honorable man.
I speak not to disprove what Bob spoke,
But here I am to speak what I do know.
Y'all love Urban, not without cause:
What cause withholds you then to mourn for him and his Gators?
O judgment! Thou art fled to brutish Longhorns,
And ESPN analysts have lost their reason! Bear with me;
My heart is in the Schooner there with Bob,
And I must pause till it come back to me,
In the form of a Crystalline Ball.

BOOMER...SOONER!!!