Five skirmishes together have these Jets, these Blues:
While the faithful boardsfolk flex’d their clench and suffer’d 8:30 starts
And the team play’d in the dead vast and middle of the night
Been thus encount'red - Aye, and now behold!
Longbowsman like Purple and Shuffles
Armed at point, at centre exactly, sticks ready,
Will appear before the Enterprise throng and with blinding speed
Blast and blaze around sundry Blues. Twice there, we skat'd hard
Giving Blues force’d oppression and fear-surprised eyes,
Pincered within the grip of the human truncheon Buff;
Whilst they distill'd to jelly with the act of fear!
Stand not still you youngsters
Fly, Laine,Farmboy, but rather gather thy courage,
Repair thy damag’d bones, skate with your newly found 200-foot plan,
Crack open thy bucket of fried protein,
And let thy salty skills drench the unholy denizens of the foreign house.
And Hercule: Expend that triphosphate'd fuel in thy dead arms
Shake off the ghost of Frenchy and play clean.
Summon ye in dreadful urgency,
Impart thy vulcanized rubber will,
And I with ye on the sixth night kept the watch;
Where, I would guess you will deliver, both in time,
As you have all year long - each play made true and good,
And stay the apparition of elimination,
For this, our minds are not more like.
But beyond this; the time to shake hands with history,
All of you - Kapitan, Giraffe, JoMo, Little
Mighty Lurch, Tanev and Copper
And we of the cheering Winnipeg throng,
Shall think themselves,
And their team, anew,
In the wake of this great year,
And we will hold our heads high whiles any speaks
Of the Jets’ grit and skill on this sixth-game day.