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Saturday, 28 November 2009

Grey Cup Eve

With the Grey Cup came being tomorrow, fans all over Saskatchewan are getting ready for the party of the year. We'll have a few people over tomorrow to watch the game, we'll be dressed in green and cheering loud enough that they will hear us in Calgary.


T'was The Night Before Grey Cup

Twas the night before Grey Cup, and all through McMahon,
Not a creature was stirring, but the gophers back home.
The players were nestled and snug in their beds,
While visions of Grey Cup Rings danced in their heads.

When out on the field, there arose such a clatter,
Ken sprang from his bed to see what was the matter,
Away to his window, he flew like a flash,
Threw aside the Green Curtains, and Silky White Sash.

And what did he see with his wondering eye?
But a sea of Green Revelers and a furry brown guy.
”That looks like Durant, and Foord and Fantuz!"
"Its way after curfew! Do they want us to lose??"

So, out of his room and down to the field,
Coach Miller stormed out with a fury to wield.
As he went through the tunnel, the ground shook with a beat,
From the dancing and prancing of ten thousand feet.

"Hey Coach," cried a voice, "Whatcha doing down here?"
It was Szarka and Bagg, and they were handing out beer!
Getzlaf and Chick were grilling up Dogs,
With Burgers being served by O'Day and Clermont.

Dressler cooked Hot Wings, Davis grilled steak,
While Cates, Hall, and Hughes helped Makowsky serve cake.
"This is nuts!" Miller shouted, "It's one-thirty AM!"
"I expected some revelry, but this is mayhem!"

Eric Tillman tapped Miller, " You're not Eagle Keys -"
"But I'm not Buono, Huffy or Ritchie Hall* so PLEASE!"
"You're all waddling around here like Wascana geese!"
"And in need of a dance coach like Donald Narcisse."

"Now, you've all had your fun, so back to your rooms."
But then Miller's nose picked up the barbecue fumes.
Then Green Is The Color rang out through the air,
As Congi and Boreham plucked feathers with flair.

On Jones, on Quinn, on 'Arm-y' Armstead,
Even old Alex Smith grinned and nodded his head,
On Lucas, on McCullough, on Patrick with style,
On Kornegay, Frazier, and yes, even Jyles.

The stadium then filled with a soft greenish glow,
And the whole Rider Nation set poised for a show.
An S and a wheat sheaf then formed in the air,
And a smile took the place of Coach Ken Miller's glare.

Then everyone there, the players, the fans,
They formed a big circle by all holding hands,
Then right in the centre appeared the Grey Cup,
Which McKenzie and Mitchell andWilliams picked up.

They handed it over to Ken, the proud gent,
Who called Darian and Andy, and off the Cup went.
It was passed round the field, past heroes to present,
While Gainer dug holes for the Alouette Pheasants.

That music was heard coast to coast people say
And they say Rider Pride grew three sizes that day.
Everyone left there dreaming of Alouette doom.
And they sent all the feathers to Ben Cahoon's Room.

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1 comment:

Boris T. said...

Greeting from Toronto! Nice poem!

As a Argo's fan I say LETS GO RIDERS!