Thursday, May 08, 2008

A Playoff Poem for the Eastern Conference Finals

It's the night before the (Eastern Conference) Finals
and all through the city
every Pens fan was waiting
for the Birds to have no pity

Though the Flyers looked stacked
with size, toughness and scoring
every real hockey fan knows
watching the Broad Street Bullies is boring

A burly tough coach with an accent pretty thick
You could tell in a moment it must be St Mick
More rapid than Flyers his players they came
He whistled and shouted and called them by name;

"Now Geno, now Roberts, now Ruutu and Hall
On Gill, on Fleury on Crosby and Staal"

"To the forechecking corners, keep an eye on the clock
with composure, resilience, stay out of the box!"

He sprang onto the bench as his team notched the winning score
The coach knew he had something special - they still wanted more

And I heard him exclaim, as they skated off the ice
Happy humans all around because Elvis has just left the building

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