Witness this Jets squadron, of such mass and charge,
Led by a savage and determined 4 lines sent.
Whose spirit, with divine ambition puffed,
May shut down the crowd at this Sharkish event.
Exposing what is mortal and unsure
About Boedker, Jumbo Joe and perceived danger there,
Forever we shall.
Fly and Pate, rightly to be great
Shall they not score without great argument?
And occasionally for Hendy to quarrel without gloves
When honour's at the stake. How stand we, HFboarders,
When Helle has SJ’s hopes akimbo, their Corsi stained,
Excitements of our season and our virtual hood,
And game-time benefits reap?
When, in the passage of West Coast time I forsee
The mood of twenty thousand of San Jose’s denizens fraught,
Grumbling, raging; despair on their sleeves,
They’ll have given their best shot.