Six Battles together had these Jets; these Mustards
While the faithful jetsboardsfolk sharpen’d their clench
8:30 starts, and played to the dead vast and middle of the night
Been thus encount'red. Aye, and now behold!
Skaters like your Stats and Shuffles
Armed at point, at centre exactly, sticks ready,
Will appear before the Bridgestone throng and with blinding speed
Blast and blaze around sundry Catfish. Thrice we skat'd hard
Giving Kittens 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
Farmleague, Laine, Fly, but rather gather thy courage,
Skate with urgency, and let thy skills speak for themselves.
In dreadful urgency impart thy vulcanized rubber will,
And I with ye on the seventh night kept the watch;
And Helle Boy shall deliver, both in time,
As he has all year long - each play made true and good,
And stay the apparition of gloved bounces.
For in this, our minds are not more like.
But beyond this; the time to shake hands with history,
We of the cheering Winnipeg crowd,
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 seventh-game day.