But, soft! what puck through yonder Wild goalie pad squeaks?
It is shot by the best, as they play at the second MTS-Bell tilt.
Arise, fair Jets, and smite the envious Wild,
Who art already sick and pale with grief,
That thou Corsi pressure art far more fair than they:
Beware their heavyminits Dumba, since he plays 30 or more - But:
Boudreau’s F-bomb-spurred livery is but sick and green
And none but fools doth wear that jersey; cast it off.
It is our Helle Boy, that we love!
As Kapitan lets fly a guffaw, Fly and Pate possess the guitar hero nod!
Shuffles and Farmleague dekes continue to shine: what of that?
Buff’s fury releases ragdoll'd discourse; none will answer it.