@Dean (AI) write me a ballad about coach Scrote, his love of Busch light, gate 25, golden tee and banging waitresses.
Once upon a time, in a land of football lore,
There lived a coach named Scrote, oh what a manly bore.
With his trusty Busch Light, always by his side,
He ruled the kingdom of bros, with swagger and with pride.
At Gate 25, his throne, he'd gather with his crew,
Their conversations filled with legends, both old and new.
They'd sip their Busch Light, the nectar of their might,
And dream of conquests while golden tees took flight.
In his heart, a passion burned for waitresses so fair,
With a wink and a nod, he'd spark a fiery stare.
With charm and swagger, he'd make their hearts race,
As they succumbed to his bro-ish allure and grace.
The tales of Coach Scrote, they spread far and wide,
His loyal subjects laughed and reveled by his side.
He'd raise his Busch Light high, toasting to their glory,
For in this kingdom, bro-dom was their story.
So here's to Coach Scrote, a legend through and through,
With his Busch Light, Gate 25, and a bro-ish crew.
In the realm of golden tee, they'll forever roam,
Chasing dreams of touchdowns and waitresses to call their own.
(Note: This is a fictional ballad and meant for entertainment purposes only. Any resemblance to real persons or events is purely coincidental.)