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LesCanadiens 04-29-2008 12:17 PM

'Twas the Night Before Game 4
Ok it's corny....but hey, I was bored :laugh:

'Twas the night before game 4, when all through the rink
Not a fan was stirring, not even one mink
The stockings were hung by the lockers with care,
In hopes that the ghost of the Rocket soon would be there;

The players were nestled all snug in their places,
While visions of golf bags and million $ contracts lit-up their faces;
Carbo with his ugly tie, and Price with his pads,
Huddled together with the rest of the Habs.

When out from hall there arose such a clatter,
They all sprang up to see what was the matter.
Away to the doorway Carbo flew like a flash,
Yanked open the door, it slammed with a crash.

A light bright as the sun he did see,
It was blinding and shedding its rays splendidly.
When, what to Carbo's wondering eyes should appear,
But from the rays of light, appeared a Hab in full gear,

With eyes filled with fire, ablaze in each socket,
Carbo knew in a moment it must be The Rocket.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now! Kovalev, now! Price, now! Sergei, and Andre!
On! Koivu, on! Komi, on! Markov and Hammer!

His eyes -- still afire! his hair black as coal!
His chin showed the scars he had earned with each goal!
His forehead did frown as he glared with a scowl,
He searched each of their faces for weakness or foul;

The shaft of a stick he held tight in his gloves,
His chest bore the crest of the team that he loves.
He had broad shoulders and legs made of steel,
That powered his skates from the toes to the heel.

He voice shook like thunder, as he went straight to his work,
The Habs shook from fear; each ear it did perk.
And laying his stick on each of one of the team,
He filled them with fire, pride bursting each seam;

He sprang to his skates, to his team gave a whistle,
And the team they all skated with the speed of a missile.
But I heard him exclaim, as he skated out of sight,
"Victory to all, and to all a good-night!"

Koivu2001 04-29-2008 12:30 PM

wow nice :handclap:

Netro 04-29-2008 12:38 PM

To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.

MayorFord 04-29-2008 01:03 PM

stop making me think about christmas. i hate winter :rant:

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