'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the city;
Fans were all stirring, all filled with pity.
Just the night before, the Pens scored no goals;
we wondered, "Is this roster all full of holes?"
And at the Southside Complex, there arose quite a clatter;
as Coach Mike crashed the offensive meeting, "What the hell is the matter?"
A Finals Trip and a bye, for these things we don't care;
We're the City of Champs, we want the hardware!
Away to the windows I flew with a flash,
Tore open the window and threw up the sash.
Just then, what to my wonderous eyes might appear;
but a group of the guys that make us all cheer.
"Hi DeJuan, hi Ben, hi Evgeni, hi Sidney!
What's up Shady, Troy, Hines Ward and Fast Willie?"
They stared into the moonlight and said not a word,
As questions from each window soon could be heard.
You've given so much, but we want so much more.
Another Lombardi, a Cup, maybe a Final Four.
They all gave thumbs up and then just walked out of sight,
Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!
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1 comments:
That was f'ing great!!! you are truly a poet!!
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