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Semistate - Lowell vs. Bishop Dwenger football

As rain pours down, the Lowell Red Devils celebrate their 21-7 semistate victory over Fort Wayne Dwenger on Friday in Fort Wayne.

FORT WAYNE — I've compared the 2017 Lowell football team to the '85 Bears on several occasions this season. The sick dominating defense with the serviceable offense, the comparison is gold.

So after Friday night's 21-7 win over Fort Wayne Dwenger in the Class 4A semistate, my mind and feet went back to the glory years when Da Bears showed they could rap a little bit, too.

So think of "The Super Bowl Shuffle" as you read the following words. Hum along. And sing along.

Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba-ba.

We are the Lowell's Shufflin' Crew

Shufflin' on down, doin' it for you.

We're so bad we know we're good.

Blowin' your mind like we knew we would.

The last four years when it ended we cried.

This time, boys, we would not be denied

The Fort Wayne crowd saw us scoop the fumble.

We're just here to do the Lucas Oil Shuffle.

Well, they call me Juice,

And I like to dance.

Popping punks, knock 'em on their pants.

We've had the goal since training camp

To make our town the state champ.

Our fans are great, they love who we be.

Get on yo feet and scream, "RDP."

We didn't come here to look for trouble,

We just came here to do Lucas Oil Shuffle.

This is Speedy Jaeger, and I love the thrill.

Running the ball as the mike man yells "Gill."

My boys on the O line, they got my druthers.

They are the true Black and Bruise Brothers.

Our O is overlooked, like a rusty shovel,

But listen to him scream, "Fiiiiirrrrssst Dooown Reddd Deviiiiiils."

We're going to Indy, raising up our finger,

Gotta have nothing but respect for that team from Dwenger.

We did not come to start any trouble

We're just doing the Lucas Oil Shuffle

I'm Samurai Blake, I stop'em cold.

Part of the defense, big and bold,

Under Friday night lights ain't making no friend,

My name is Jansky and I am the D end,

Give me a chance, I'll rock you good,

Nobody messin' in my neighborhood.

I didn't come here lookin' for trouble,

I just came to do The Lucas Oil Shuffle

I'm the punky QB, known as Igras

If you get in my way I'll knock you on your (whistle blow).

I just throw my body all over the grid.

I can run and pass and turn your lid.

Things have changed and I'm not shy.

We're not stuck just running the I.

That's why you all got here on the double

To catch me doin' the Lucas Oil Shuffle.

My name's Tyler and my brother is Mitch.

I run the ball while my bro's a LB with a switch.

Since last November I knew than I can

Going to Indy is going to be real wild, man.

We are together with an iron-like bond,

And coach K's the man with the magic wand,

We didn't come here lookin' for trouble,

We just get down to The Lucas Oil Shuffle.

Our names are Logan we're in the middle of the mess.

O'Hanlon and Charters, doing our very best.

The D is blue collar and it's no wonder

We hit like lightnin', and thump like thunder.

We defend the run and we defend the pass,

We don't want you to gain one blade of grass.

We're not here to feather the Saints ruffle,

We just came to do The Lucas Oil Shuffle.

My name is Jared and I wear No. 22.

I block for the boys like my dad used to do.

Others get headlines but I'm living my dream.

Knocking folks down, there's no "i" in team.

I can knock'em, drop'em, any time of day.

I like to open the hole and make 'em pay,

So please don't try to beat my hustle

I'm just here to do The Lucas Oil Shuffle.

The losses of the past have stuck in our grill,

We shined our lunch pails to iron our will.

We're rocking the Black and rock'n the red,

Took care of business here at Homestead.

We love to play for the world's best fans,

You better start makin' your Indy plans.

But don't get ready or go to any trouble

Unless you doin' The Lucas Oil Shuffle.

My initials are KK and and ain't this a slam.

I'm the head coach but I'm a different man.

Some complained a few years back,

But we stayed the course, employed the attack.

It was cold and rainy, the mark of our sport,

And I was freezing wearing MY shorts.

Come on everybody let's scream and yell,

We're goin' to do the Shuffle, then ring your bell.

The first half was tough, too many mistakes

The flags on the field were giving fans the shakes

The second half changed, No. 6 was possessed

It wasn't what these home fans had guessed

Oh, what a game, oh what a thrilla

How bout that safety by Robert Miller?

The buses are gassed, all our gear's in the duffle

Now, our town's doing the Lucas Oil Shuffle

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Steve has won awards during two different stints at The Times. In addition to being the Prep Beat columnist, he covers football, boys basketball and boys track. He is a long-suffering Cubs fan.