‘Twas The Night Before Playoffs
‘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.
Val Filppula, Gustav Nyquist, Colaiacovo, 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.
Now Z is our Captain, a new forward named Brunner
It’s time to re-tool, it couldn’t have happened sooner.
More rapid than eagles, the players they came,
And we whistled and shouted, and called them by name.
“Now Kindl! Now Kronwall! Now, go, Kyle Quincey!
On Datsyuk! On DeKeyser! And, now, Danny Cleary!
Into the Playoffs! With the best of the League!
There’s no turning back! There will be no fatigue!”
“There’s Bertuzzi!, Tomas Tatar, and Ian White!
Jan Mursak! Riley Sheahan! They’ll all show their might!
Thanks to Petr Mrazek and Brendan Smith!
We got to this point, this team knows no quit!”
No rest for the worry, surely we’ll whelm!
Here’s Franzen! And Ericsson! And now Darren Helm!!
There’s Tootoo! and Andersson! 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 Lashoff and Abby and don’t forget Cory
Our young guys can bring it, there’ll be no worry!
As the Blackhawks and the Ducks 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 Renny, and Bill Peters, and head coach Mike Babcock
And, on the bench, The Monster, our faithful back-up!
A lock-out shortened season
Caused some frustration and tears.
Would we keep the streak alive?
Yes! Now it’s 22 years!!
Ken Daniels makes the calls, he’s in no hurry
And on a sad note, oh how we miss 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!”