Tag:Winter Classic Poem! Aaron Crone
Posted on: December 31, 2010 12:21 pm
Edited on: January 1, 2011 9:37 am
 

Pittsburgh Penguin Fans!

Here`s a poem for you Penguin fans for the big event tomorrow in the Burgh

The Night Before the Winter Classic!

`Twas the day of the classic in good ol` Pa.,
The Burgh was excited while waiting to play.
The skates were hung in the locker room there,
Waiting to be laced for this hockey affair.
The fans were all nestled in Heinz like their beds,
While the thought of Ovechkin danced in their heads.
With me in a beanie and friends all in coats,
Some crossed the river on ferries or boats.
When out on the ice there came such a team,
Everyone knew just what it would mean.
The ice did it shine in that Pittsburgh sun,
At the end of the day, will the Penguins have won?
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
A band named Hinder with some pre-game cheer.
With their coach on the bench, so wise and all knowing,
Some of us hoped that it soon would be snowing.
While onto the ice the players they came,
He cheered them on, and called them by name.
Go Sidney, now Geno, now Cooke, and Latang,
On comes Rupp, Brooks, and Dupuis with a bang.
To the goal and the crease, and into the wall,
Shoot that puck hard, and the Capitals will fall.
As tension it mounts, and the game grows near,
I think this qualifies to allow just one tear.
Nothing has ever been more entertaining, for the Penguins the glow,
Than being on TV and scoring a goal in the snow.
And then right there, in day not at night,
Our boys were ready for this fifteen round fight.
The opponent familiar, we`ve seen them before,
But somehow this one meant so much more.
They were dressed in all blue from their helmet to skate, 
Let`s start this game, We can no longer wait.
Their sticks were all taped, their chinstraps pulled tight,
Here`s hoping Engelland would win one more fight.
The crowd how it stirred, all ready for this,
All eyes upon it, not a second would there be missed.
65,000 their faces did glow,
The hockey Gods look down, they`re ready to go.
An epic bout, none bigger before,
Nothing would top it, except one cup more.
With Mario there, on his team looking down,
He`s done so much for this blue collar town.
For on day before, he joined former mates,
And played a game involving the greats.
The excitement was more than some cold contain,
But, nonetheless, this time it came.
So now we look down on those teams standing tall,
Playing this one outside the Consol
The city in sight, looking so grand,
The refs ready to go, the puck is in hand.
Well now here we are, the game`s finally here,
For our team we`ll stand, we`ll shout, and we`ll cheer.
The game being played in the Steeler`s yard, 
Happy Classic to all, our checking be hard! 

 
 
 
 
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