Happy holidays to all my fellow Rangers fans and best wishes for a healthy, happy and safe New Year!
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house,
Not a prospect was playing, not even Juris Stals.
Acacio Marques hung the sweaters with care
With hopes that a playoff birth would soon be there.
Glen Sather was there but wishing he was in bed
With visions of May tee-times in Banff in his head
While klingsor in his ascot and True Blue in his cap
Had had quite enough of this no playoffs crap.
When out on the ice there arose such a clatter,
I foresaked "The West Wing" to see what was the matter
Away to MSG I flew like a flash
To see those we acquired to those we gave cash.
The Garden Vision screen had a pre-game glow
Which gave luster to the fluttering of drawstrings on the ice below
When what to my wondering eyes I should catch a gander
Of a clueless gray man and twenty New York Rangers.
The coach/GM was a little old codger all gray and fats
And I knew right away it was TLB Slats.
Better paid than I-Bankers his players they came.
And he whistled and swore and called them by name
"Now LINDROS, now LEETCHIE, now HOLIK, Now CARTER!
On MESSIER, on POTI, on NEDVED and JAGR?!
To the top of the standings to the best in the East
We'll spend more money or make such a prediction at least!"
And so it was decided he'd roll all of four lines
With Messier playing a lot with for no reasons or rhymes
While 18,200 Garden faithful craned their necks to see
A glimpse, just a glimpse, of the old, vintage Big E.
With Chris Simon to the left of him and Barney on the right
We hoped that Eric and his noggin would last though the night
With that the ref stood and then did drop the puck
And we, the Rangers fans, watched with fingers crossed for luck.
The action was furious, the Garden alive
As I took a sip from the beer that cost $7.25
There they changed lines and on came Kovy
Along with two Czechs one named Bobby, the other named Rosie.
And they banged and the crashed with vim and panache
Until Bobby upset a defenseman who was called for a slash
And the referee did raise his arm until the puck was given a touch
But we, the true fans, still didn't expect too, too much.
For we had seen this time and again, too much pass and not enough shoot
Cuz Kovalev is to passing what the Salvation Army is to loot
No, we begged that Alex would heed our screams and one cry
And stick handle a little less and just let one fly.
So Mess lost the draw and the puck was flicked up above
But Leetchie was spry and caught it with his glove
And feathered a pass over to his point brethren
Who had a fierce look and wore number 27.
The defense did shift like the turning of the tides
And Kovalev moved towards the middle with two big strides
He held the puck as the Rangers had the advantage of one man
While the goalie took swipes with his stick at poor Holik's can.
Then Kovy split the defenders with twirl and a twist
Then pick a corner (the top right) and gave a flick of the wrist
It was then I heard a sound that would warm any Ranger fan's soul
"He shoots, he scores! IT'S A POWER PLAY GOAL!"
Tried it a while ago, but the picture was too big and I was too lazy to figure out hoe to make it work. I have a spoiled dog that likes to cry for things, and somehow always seems to get it. Reminded me of the Rangers for some reason.
Happy Hanukah - Merry X-Mas and Happy New Year to all. Let us pray that this year sparks a major turnaround in the Ranger organization. Lets start by getting back to the playoffs this year, maybe shining and going in strong next year.
God Bless and God Speed to all my Army Brothers and Sisters in arms overseas and here at home. May all armed forces personel get home to their families soon.