My pops and I headed out to The Tank tonight to scalp some tickets for the game. I originally wasn't going to go (Stub Hub prices were through the roof as usual), but figured a little back-alley deal was in our best interest.
'Twas the night before Christmas Eve, and all through the streets
Two men were looking for a chance to see the Vancouver Canucks get beat
Tickets were in everyones pockets, handled with care
While a father and son hoped to join the throngs there
The Vancouver faithful was confident, all smug in their beds
While visions of Mats Sundin danced in their heads;
Pops in his pullover, and I in my jersey
Looked for two tickets that we would deem to be price-worthy
When out on West Santa Clara Street, there arose such a clatter
A man selling tickets, "Come one come all, I need to sell them faster!"
Away to the man, we jumped like a flash
Like Patty Marleau streaking down the ice, the other denizens we flew past
The moon on the pavement, a drunk on the floor
We purchased two tickets, not knowing what was in store
One, two, three, the Sharks goals came and came
And soon as you knew it, the announcement was proclaimed
"Fastest five goal performance in Sharks history lads and lasses
So raise your brews and put on your sunglasses!
The Sharks are hot, you'll need the protection
Because to avert your eyes would be a shame, such misdirection!"
We sprang out our seats, cheers and whistles abound
Such a unified, glorious sound
And as the game ended, in culmination of a perfect night
The PA announcer yelled, "Happy pizza to all, and thank you for watching the best team this town has ever iced!"
Happy Holidays everybody. Go Sharks.