To those who think we are too negative on this board

[leinbacker]

I asked ChatGPT to write a poem about the greatness of James Franklin to cheer everyone up!


In somber echoes of the Penn State halls,
There dwells a coach whom legend proudly calls.
James Franklin, his name, a beacon bright,
In football's realm, a guiding light.

From out the shadows, he did rise,
With piercing gaze and cunning guise.
His steps upon the gridiron floor,
Resound like thunder's mighty roar.

With every play, a master's hand,
He molds his team, a noble band.
In Franklin's realm, they train and strive,
To keep the dream of victory alive.

In press conferences, he doth speak,
With eloquence, his words do peak.
A leader bold, with wisdom deep,
His promises, he'll always keep.

In victories sweet, his glory shines,
A testament to his designs.
With strategy sharp as tempered steel,
He leads his warriors to victory's seal.

Yet, even in defeat's cruel sting,
He stands unbowed, a noble king.
For in his heart, the fire burns,
To rise again, and lessons learn.

Oh, James Franklin, coach divine,
In every heart, your virtues shine.
With passion, skill, and honor true,
You lead Penn State to skies anew.

 

[Keyser Soze 16802]

In Happy Valley, a man named James held sway
Big Game James, he was called, come what may
He coached the Lions with skill and guile
But when it came to the big games, he'd smile

Ohio State and Michigan, they were his bane
He couldn't seem to beat them, no matter the gain
He'd prepare his team with all his might
But when the clock ran out, they'd take flight

The Buckeyes and Wolverines, they had his number
Leaving Big Game James with a bitter slumber
He'd dream of victory, of championships won
But when he woke, the dreams were undone

So he'd gather his team and strategize
Trying to find the secret to their demise
But no matter what he did, it seemed
The Buckeyes and Wolverines always seamed

To be one step ahead, a step too far
Leaving Big Game James with a heavy heart
He'd wonder what he could have done
To change the outcome, to have won

But still he'd coach, with all his might
Hoping that one day, he'd see the light
A victory over Ohio State and Michigan
And his dreams of glory, he'd finally reach

 

[Woodpecker]

Can you make it use the word Nantucket?

 

[Zenophile]

Fabulous. I asked for one about Joe Paterno.

In the heart of Nittany Valley's wide embrace,​

Stood a coach, a legend, whose enduring race,​

Spanned decades of autumn, each fall a new chapter,​

Joe Paterno's name, whispered by the rafter.​

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With glasses perched, and khakis crisply worn,​

He paced the sidelines from dusk till morn.​

Penn State roared under his vigilant eyes,​

A lion’s legacy under State College skies.​

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A tactician’s mind, with a scholar’s heart,​

For not just games, but lives, he played his part.​

‘Success with Honor’—his steadfast creed,​

In young minds, planting integrity’s seed.​

​

More than wins, his legacy complex,​

A tale of triumph shadowed by a vortex.​

A storied tenure, both light and shade,​

In the annals of history intricately laid.​

​

For years his lions fiercely took the field,​

In white and blue, never to yield.​

Through victories, losses, the cheers, the silence,​

Paterno's era, a titan's presence.​

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Yet as twilight came, and shadows fell,​

The echoes changed within the Penn State dell.​

A legacy, once unblemished and bright,​

Faced questions deep into the night.​

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Still, history books on dusty shelves,​

Speak of the good a man delves.​

Joe Paterno, a name forever sewn​

Into the fabric where Nittany winds have blown.​

​

As autumn leaves turn, and memories blend,​

We reflect on the nature of a human’s end.​

A complex tale of glory and strife,​

A reminder of the dual edges of a life.​

 

[Waaaaaaaany]

I made it do a Haiku...I changed the world "Court" to "Field"

Big Game James, they call
On the field, he reigns supreme
Legend's legacy.

 

[Zenophile]

Can you make it use the word Nantucket?

Nantucket whispers,​

Sea's breath under moonlit skies,​

Waves echo secrets.​

 

[BobPSU92]

Can you make it use the word Nantucket?

Franklin once played a team from Nantucket
He lost

 

[leinbacker]

In a café corner, BobPSU92 sits tall,
Sipping lattes, indulging in scones, overall.
But amidst the bliss of coffee's warm embrace,
He casts a stern gaze, a scolding trace.

For nearby, children frolic and play,
Their laughter ringing in the air, so gay.
Yet BobPSU92, with a furrowed brow,
Sips his latte, scolding them with a stern vow.

"Quiet now," he murmurs, firm and clear,
His voice cutting through the atmosphere.
Though his heart craves peace, a tranquil scene,
He demands order, as if from a routine.

Yet even in reprimand, there's a tender tone,
For BobPSU92 longs for a calm of his own.
Lattes and scones, a sanctuary found,
In the midst of chaos, a peace profound.

 

[laKavosiey-st lion]

Wtaf

 

[SleepyLion]

Two negatives make a positive...
I learned that on a post here about maths.

 

[Woodpecker]

Two negatives make a positive...
I learned that on a post here about maths.

Two wrongs don't make a right
but three lefts do!

 

[Mile High Lion]

Franklin once played a team from Nantucket
He lost

Franklin once played a team from Nantucket
He got his *** kicked and told the media to suck it

 

[LafayetteBear]

There once was a man named Bill
Who took an atomic pill
His navel corroded
His a**hole exploded
And they found his nuts in Brazil

Everyone was submitting poems, so I thought I would toss in a limerick.

 

[LafayetteBear]

One more, with due apologies to my Catholic friends:

Said the nun, as the Bishop withdrew:
“This must be our final adieu,
For the vicar is thicker
And slicker and quicker
And six inches longer than you.”

 

[LafayetteBear]

One last one:

An Argentine pervert named Bruno
Once said, “There is one thing I do know:
A woman is fine,
A man is divine,
But a llama is número uno!”

 

[slwlion01]

I asked ChatGPT to write a poem about the greatness of James Franklin to cheer everyone up!


In somber echoes of the Penn State halls,
There dwells a coach whom legend proudly calls.
James Franklin, his name, a beacon bright,
In football's realm, a guiding light.

From out the shadows, he did rise,
With piercing gaze and cunning guise.
His steps upon the gridiron floor,
Resound like thunder's mighty roar.

With every play, a master's hand,
He molds his team, a noble band.
In Franklin's realm, they train and strive,
To keep the dream of victory alive.

In press conferences, he doth speak,
With eloquence, his words do peak.
A leader bold, with wisdom deep,
His promises, he'll always keep.

In victories sweet, his glory shines,
A testament to his designs.
With strategy sharp as tempered steel,
He leads his warriors to victory's seal.

Yet, even in defeat's cruel sting,
He stands unbowed, a noble king.
For in his heart, the fire burns,
To rise again, and lessons learn.

Oh, James Franklin, coach divine,
In every heart, your virtues shine.
With passion, skill, and honor true,
You lead Penn State to skies anew.

Too funny "coach divine" . It seem even chat GPT has a sense of humor. Bowls 6-6 B1G 56-32. Again too funny

 

[Keyser Soze 16802]

What rhymes with "makes many excuses"?

 

[rudedude]

I asked ChatGPT to write a poem about the greatness of James Franklin to cheer everyone up!


In somber echoes of the Penn State halls,
There dwells a coach whom legend proudly calls.
James Franklin, his name, a beacon bright,
In football's realm, a guiding light.

From out the shadows, he did rise,
With piercing gaze and cunning guise.
His steps upon the gridiron floor,
Resound like thunder's mighty roar.

With every play, a master's hand,
He molds his team, a noble band.
In Franklin's realm, they train and strive,
To keep the dream of victory alive.

In press conferences, he doth speak,
With eloquence, his words do peak.
A leader bold, with wisdom deep,
His promises, he'll always keep.

In victories sweet, his glory shines,
A testament to his designs.
With strategy sharp as tempered steel,
He leads his warriors to victory's seal.

Yet, even in defeat's cruel sting,
He stands unbowed, a noble king.
For in his heart, the fire burns,
To rise again, and lessons learn.

Oh, James Franklin, coach divine,
In every heart, your virtues shine.
With passion, skill, and honor true,
You lead Penn State to skies anew.

How the hell is the word “obviously” not used in this poem. AI don’t know sh** about Franklin, “obviously”!!

 

[HarrisburgDave]

Anyone get that sour taste of vomit in the back of their throat reading this ****?

 

[olelion]

How the hell is the word “obviously” not used in this poem. AI don’t know sh** about Franklin, “obviously”!!

Whenever I watch highlight films or abbreviated version of games, they too often show JF stepping on the field after a touchdown, head tilted, jaw extended, arm straight and elevated displaying a single digit on his hand. Obviously, just go for one

 

[BobPSU92]

Whenever I watch highlight films or abbreviated version of games, they too often show JF stepping on the field after a touchdown, head tilted, jaw extended, arm straight and elevated displaying a single digit on his hand. Obviously, just go for one

What do the ANALYTICS. say?

 

[HarrisburgDave]

The one good thing about this thread is I see that many are laughing at Big Game James for his lack of results. It was different with our previous coach. His glasses, the whale pants, his exchanges with Dave Jones, were the source of our quips. With the current guy his lack of results and his BS behavior he tries to sell get laughed at. His act don’t sell no more.