EJs Fresno’s Sho
E.J. Warner, Bulldog QB
From Temple’s turf to Rice’s fight,
Now Fresno’s stage will shine so bright.
A senior year, his moment made,
The Valley roars for the Bulldog blade.
8,800 yards through the skies so wide,
A passer’s touch, a coach’s pride.
Fifty-eight scores with fire and aim,
Each throw a mark upon the game.
Sixty percent, his strike is true,
Reads the field, he always knew.
31 starts, the record shows,
Through grit and grind his journey grows.
Kurt once watched from stands in awe,
His son with sharper eyes for flaws.
“Far better than me,” his father said,
With Bulldog red the path is led.
Kansas waits on an August night,
Fresno’s gunslinger will take his flight.
Dreams of Sundays fuel his flame,
But college first will sing his name.
E.J. Warner, poised, complete,
This Bulldog heart will not retreat.











































































