'Twas The Night Before Playoffs
Posted 10 April 2012 - 07:06 AM
‘Twas the night before Playoffs and all through the Joe
Not a player was skating, not fast and not slow.
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, Kyle Quincey, 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 Sheahan! Now Kronwall! Now, 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!, Chris Conner!, and Ian White!
Jan Mursak! Doug Janik! They’ll all show their might!
Thanks to Joey MacDonald and Brendan Smith!
We got to this point, this team knows no quit!”
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!
They say we’re getting old, we know that’s not true
We simply reload and reload, that’s what we do!
With Joakim and Gustav and don’t forget Cory
Our young guys can bring it, there’ll be no worry!
As the Predators and the Sharks and Canucks all cry,
When they meet with the Wings, and their Stanley dreams die.
As the Penguins do crumble and Florida meets with fate,
The Rangers 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 Blashill, and Bill Peters, and head coach Mike Babcock
And, on the bench, Ty Conklin, our faithful back-up
Tragedy struck our world in September
We lost part of our family, we’ll always remember
Stefan Liv, Brad McCrimmon, and Rusty Salai
Our hearts were broken, we grieve to this day.
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.
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!”
Posted 10 April 2012 - 10:54 AM
Posted 10 April 2012 - 08:10 PM
Posted 10 April 2012 - 08:56 PM
The future looks bright in Hockeytown!
Posted 10 April 2012 - 10:13 PM
"Which side are we on? We're on the side of the demons, Chief. We're evil men in the gardens of paradise, sent by the forces of death to spread devastation and destruction wherever we go. I'm surprised you didn't know that."
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