Sabres Poem

Update: Please Rate/Comment If You Hate It So I Know To Steer Clear Of This Type Of Post. This Is A Poem I Did About Game Five Round Two. It Is Not Considered One Of My "Sabres Videos". It Was Just Easy To Do So I Thought I'D Put It Up Since It's Been A Few Weeks Since I Put Something Up. Let Me Know If You Think It's Lame, And I'Ll Never Do Anything Like It Again. Or Let Me Know If You Like It And I'Ll Put Up More Stuff Like This Along With My Regular Stuff. Sorry About The Pixelated Quality, I Don't Know What's Up With That. Btw, The Sabres Have Won The Round By The Time I Wrote This. Text: Here's Exactly What Happened, If You Haven't Heard The Rangers Led By One At The End Of The Third The Sabres Had Played A Fairly Good Game As Far As Scoring Though, Had Been Less Than Tame It's Hard, Though, To Say Just Who's To Blame. The Defense Worked Hard While The Offense Led A Fierce Attack And One Of My Favorite Players, The Goose, Had Come Back The Newly Wrought Lines All Seemed To Be Clicking. How Come This Rangers Team Hadn't Suffered A Licking Never Give Up Though, While The Clock Is Still Ticking. It Was Only Round Two, It Was Only Game Five; How On Earth Could This Crowd Be So Alive? Thought It Was Over? You're Not The Only One. I Can Assure You Though, This Game Wasn't Done. The Sabres Always Know How To Make A Win Fun. The Goalie Was Pulled, An Extra Shooter Put Out The Rangers Struggled To Hold Their Shutout Tired Or Desperate, A Rangers's Stick Took A Wicked Slice Which Sent The Puck Straight Down The Ice The Rangers Have By The Way Made This Mistake Twice Drury Took Center, And Of Course Won The Draw. With The Speed And Precision Of Quick Draw Mcgraw Was I Worried, Sure, You Bet. But I Knew They Would Find The Back Of The Net A Clinging Hope I Wouldn't Regret A Million Men In New York Simoultaneously Cursed And The Noise Inside Nearly Made The Place Burst Cause Even An Arena That Size, All That Excitement Couldn't Contain When Chris Drury Scores And Only Eight Seconds Remain Just How It Happened, I Can't Really Explain. But He Had Tied It Up While The Clock Read Seven Point Seven The Crowd Was As Loud As Spinal Tap's Speakers Turned To Eleven This Game Was Going To Ooooooooooovertime By The Way, I Like Things With A Hint Of Lime Which I Only Say Out Of Need For A Rhyme. I'Ll Skip Forward Just A Little Bit If You'll Allow Betts Tried A Hook And The Sabres Are On The Power Play Now Max Let A Shot Go Which Couldn't Be Seen Thanks To A Perfectly Done Screen Seeing The Puck Inside, Poor Lunqwist Turns Green And Falls To His Knees As The Red Light Goes On And Max Triumphantly Dove To The Ice Like A Swan Just One Game Before He Had Been Benched And Yet Today, This Game He Had Clenched His Hard Work Showing In The Sweat He Was Drenched. A Game Ending In Such A Thrill Couldn't Be Better Penned By Shakespeare Comma Bill. And I'M Sorry, My Downstate Neighbors But Now You Know That No Team More Fiercely Labors Or Pulls Through In The Clutch Like The Buffalo Sabres From This Game, A Lesson I Wish You Would Take When Your Team Is Behind, Accept Your Heart's Dull Ache Because The Hurt In Your Heart Makes The Win Much More Sweet Now If You'll Excuse Me I Have To Hit The Sheets So Goodbye, And Thanks For Watching, Until Again We Meet