Blades Fight Hard Against Cat’s C/D Team
By L. Hayes
Sometimes when you’re playing a team that’s just faster
The final score looks like your players were plastered.
While they whiz about, taking shots as they please
You chase behind, mad, like a pissed swarm of bees
They scored twice in the first, and the same in the second
Could it get any worse? Martini dreams beckoned!
But the gin had to wait: for the whole second half
The Blades started shining like Edith Piaf
Like a Mafia accountant who skims off the top,
Sooner or later the bleeding must stop
While Alyssa and Sue kept them running like crazy,
Kelly set shots up like Martin Scorcese
The Cats found that Meredith, Nina and Tanya
Could shake ‘em and bake ‘em like uncooked lasagna
Together Laurie, Sarah and Hutch on
Offense cleaned the blots off our Blades escutcheon
Laura and Jackie cleared goons from the crease
With smarts and with sass (and of course elbow grease)
Sophie and Deb played like Lidstrom or Orr
They covered both ends, while still guarding the door
Steph played like an All Star, save after save
The net as off-limit as Genghis Khan’s grave
Their forwards thought rebounds would pay dividends
But Steph dove so fast she came up with the bends
Like Piaf, the end was not technically glorious,
We never scored, and the Cats were victorious
But no one shone as bright as our star in the net.
We regret nothing, and we’ll get them yet!