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| December 21, 2001
By Polish #91
Twas the Night Before WinterNat's...
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Twas the night before WinterNat's
And all through each team
The players were begging
To let off some Steam
Most were quite sleepy
But none in their beds
While visions of Blade-Losses
Danced in their heads
Out on the rinks
A few teams prepared
But only the coaches
Were the ones that had cared
In my hockey gear
I had been pacing
And dreading the top teams
I soon would be facing
My coaches were speachless
Their nose in the playbooks
My stares of boredom
Drew unfairly looks
I drained all my RED BULL
And cracked open a new can
Ignoring all warnings
Of Narchs' new ban
I stared at my skates
With thoughts of last year
That week was a blur
With so many to fear
"A new stick might help"
I said with a shiver
But each one I tried
Had failed to deliver
I'd nearly concluded
That hockey was too cruel
With scholarships depending
On grades had in school
When all of a sudden
It appeared big and gnarly
With a box of Krispy Kreme doughnuts
It was Irish on his Harley
He paid no attention
To what others were thinking
He reached for a RED BULL
Other players were drinking
With each sip of The BULL
It became perfectly clear
Irish was here to announce
That WinterNat's was near
"Now, Snipers! Now, AKS! Now Bulldogs and Blades!
On Dillos, On Hyper, On Betties and Tour Riot!"
"To the Rink, To the Rink, To the Rink ALL
Some will remain standing
But many will fall"
His message was delivered
He vanished from sight
Riding his Harley
He spoke in the night
"Your coaches have trained you,
So just do your best
Good Luck to All teams
It should be a great test"
HAPPY HOLIDAYS,
Polish
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