Twas the night before the game, excitement in the air,
In Montreal, anticipation, fans everywhere.
Lane Hutson, the star, poised for his debut,
On the ice tomorrow(?), his talent to imbue.
With skates laced tight, and jersey adorned,
He steps on the ice, where legends are born.
In the sea of red, his presence shines bright,
Ready to battle, with all of his might.
Through sweat and through struggle, he'll give his all,
For the glory of victory, he'll heed the call.
Could Lane Hutson be the next legend to see?
In Montreal's lore, for eternity?