What's for dinner? ~ Habs vs. Tampa Game 37

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Saint Paddy10:13 PM

'Twas the night after Christmas, when all over the ice

Not a player was scoring, just one would be nice

The sticks were all stacked behind the benches with care,

In hopes that a magic one would be there;

The boxing day hangover cured with pure legal meds;

While visions of being traded danced in their heads;

Then with MT's thinning hair, I watched the caps,

Take it to the Habs, save a few little scraps,

When out on the rink, they cut the Caps lead in half,

It was Otto again, you just gotta laugh.

The Sheik kept them in it, shooting his pads like a flash,

While getting peppered, still cleaning up the trash,

But how it was to end I think we all know,

Not enough goals for one team to show

So they're off to Tampa and F.L.A.

I can't imagine what eMTy might say,

Is MB working on his own magic trick

Perhaps it's (Y) for a 3rd round pick,

Nobody's safe and all are to blame,

And MT whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:

"Now, Patches! now, PK! now Markie and Eller!

On, Chucky! on, Petry! on, Condan and that other feller!

To be continued...or not.

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