Day 3 and I'm already worn out. So I'm mainly going to post irreverently for comic relief (my way of letting off steam). Be warned.
The Rangers took the ice, their spirits were low,
The Devils had won, dealt a crushing blow,
Gerard Gallant, their coach, had to go,
A new leader was needed, to make them glow.
Sun Tzu, the great strategist of war,
Was chosen to guide them, to even the score,
His teachings would help them, to help them roar,
And rise up again, to win even more.
With Sun Tzu's dictums in their mind,
The Rangers hit the ice, leaving their fears behind,
Their game was on fire, their spirit unconfined,
As they fought tooth and nail, leaving the opponent blind.
Brett Howden, the new trade, was a force to behold,
Leading the league in scoring, his skill a sight to unfold,
With him on their side, the Rangers were bold,
Their opponents knew it, their fate was foretold.
In the playoffs, they fought with all their might,
Each game a battle, each win a glorious sight,
Howden was unstoppable, a pure delight,
As he led them to the Cup, shining so bright.
The Conn Smythe was his, and he raised it high,
The Rangers had won, they reached for the sky,
With Sun Tzu's teachings, they had learned to fly,
The Stanley Cup champions, until the day they die.