hockey nets

  • what she says: I'm fine
  • what she means: the pens came back from a two goal deficit so fast and they did it so well but they did it after flower was pulled from the net and now everyone is gonna say murray saved the day and I'm gonna have to live with this "flower ain't that good anymore" bullshit for another three weeks, minimum

it was world juniors’ eve and all through the house,

not a creature was stirring, not even lawson crouse.

the titles were hung by the arena with care,

in hopes that a 2016 one soon would be there.

the players were nestled all snug in their beds,

while visions of cellies danced in their heads.

and mackenzie in his ‘kercheif, and macdonald in his cap,

had just settled their brains for a short winter nap.

when out on the ice, there arose such a clatter,

virtanen sprang out of bed to see what was the matter.

away to the boards he flew like a flash,

tore open the door and threw on his sash / jersey.

when what to his wondering eyes would appear,

a large hockey net and eight men skating like deer.

with a tall man so lively and quick, 

he knew in a moment it had to be brayden point.

“now, hicketts! now, fleury! now, hickey! now, stromer!

now, dermott! now, gauthier! now, stephens! now, marner!

to the end of the boards, to the centre ice circle!

now, skate away! skate away! skate away all!”

he sprang to his zamboni, to his team gave a whistle,

and away they all skated like the down of a thistle.

but he heard him exclaim as they skated out of sight,

“happy world juniors to all, and to all a good night!”