Again, with my humble thanks to the original author,
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‘Twas The Night Before Playoffs
‘Twas the night before Playoffs and all through the Joe
Not a player was skating, not even Mike Modano.
The jerseys were hung from the rafters with care
Stevie, Sid, Gordie, Terry, Ted, and Alex were there.
The fans in Detroit were all snug in their beds,
While Stanley Cup fever danced ‘round in their heads.
Valtteri Filppula, Kris Draper, Brad Stuart, you see
Would star in their dreams of what would soon be.
Next day on the ice there would be such a clatter,
That, for true fans of hockey, nothing else would matter.
Away to the arena, we fly like a flash,
(Unless we can’t get tickets, ‘cause we don’t have the cash).
The laser light show on the freshly groomed ice
Would light up the way as we welcome our guys!
Then, what to our wondering eyes should appear,
But the best of the NHL, at least so far this year.
With a Captain named Lidstrom, and a forward named ‘Tuzzi
We knew in a moment we all could be woozy.
More rapid than eagles, the players they came,
And we whistled and shouted, and called them by name.
“Now Rafalski! Now Kronwall! No, go, Jiri Hudler!
On Datsyuk! On Zetterberg! And, now, Abdelkader!
Into the Playoffs! With the best of the League!
There’s no turning back! There will be no fatigue!”
“There’s Holmstrom!, and Emmerton!, and Ruslan Salei!
Jan Mursak! Doug Janik! They’re all on their way!
Thanks to Joey MacDonald and Tomas Tatar!
We got to this point, and we know we’ll go far!”
For now, in a twinkling, no rest for the weary
Here’s Franzen! And Helm! And Danny Cleary!!
There’s Kindl and Ericsson and Jimmy in net.
Drew Miller, Patrick Eaves, the best fourth line yet!
As the Coyotes and the Sharks and Canucks all cry,
When they meet with the Wings, and their Stanley dreams die.
As the Penguins do crumble and Montreal meets with fate,
The Bruins and Capitals will just have to wait.
Then, dressed up so nicely, in the best they could find,
The coaches line up, with the trainers behind.
There’s MacLean, and McCrimmon, and head coach Mike Babcock
And, of course, Ozzie, the world’s best back-up
Ken Daniels makes the calls, he’s in no hurry
And between the benches, who else but Larry Murphy!
Our eyes, how they twinkle! Our hearts are so merry!
With Redmond to comment, or maybe Don Cherry.
Not at the Joe to help the nation cheer,
Instead in the car, with Ken Cal in my ear.
Sitting, waiting for the Red Wings to shine
"He shoots and scoooorrres!” is the perfect sign.
With a wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Mike soon had assured us we had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word; these guys know how to win
To the Finals we go, we can do this again.
They spring to the ice, as the referees whistle,
In pursuit of the Cup they will fly like a missile.
And the fans will exclaim, whether they lose or they win,
“Go, Red Wings! We Love You! What a great year it’s been!”
GO WINGS!!!
Edited by Peadydog, 12 April 2011 - 02:42 PM.
