Twas the night before a Leafs game, and in Ron Wilson's dog house, was Jason Blake whom is small as a mouse. The equipment was hung in the dressing room with care, In hopes that the stench would be gone with a little bit of air.
The players were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of a play-off birth danced in their heads.
And Don Cherry on coaches corner in a pink flashy tie, said the Leafs would be good, no word of a lie.
While in the Air Canada Center there arose such a clatter, Cliff Fletcher sprang from his office to see what was the matter. Away to center ice he flew as fast a 70-year-old could, Thinking the Leafs won't get Tavares if they continued to be good.
The lights from the teletron were gleaming so nice, Gave the lustre of game-night on the freshly cleaned ice. When, what to Fletcher's eyes should appear, But a burley man in a Ducks jersey with a cigar smoking sneer.
With the media surrounding him, he was so witty and perk, Fletcher knew in a moment it must be Brian Burke. More rapid than Grabovski his curses they came, and he whistled, and shouted, and called the Leafs by name.
"Now Stajan! now, Antropov! now, Kaberle and Schenn! On, Ponikarovsky! on, Kubina! on, Van Ryn and Hagman! To the top of the East, to the top of the League! Now skate lines! Skate lines! 'Til you tire from fatigue!"
And then, in a twinkling, Fletcher heard on the t.v., That Burke got two number one picks for Blake and Pogge. As he drew in his head, and was turning around, Up came Brian Burke with his winning background.
"Hello Cliff," he said as he put out his hand, "I'm here to relieve you of your duties, and I'm a big fan." His Stanley Cup ring was in the shape of a Duck, With hopes of bringing one to Toronto with a little luck.
After the brief conversation he went straight to work, He fingered all the media, then turned with a jerk. The Leafs had their man, as he walked out of sight, Fletcher heard there was to be another team in T.O., so he'd be alright.
Dude, it's not like there's an abundance of creativity and talent flowing about on this site. I value the occasional spark, and you're one of them. I will from now on call you "Sparky" :) I didn't know you're in Vernon, BC. Man, how did you end up there?
haha i tried to get my girl to call me "sparky" like the guy off National Lampoons Christmas Vacation, but she wouldn't so Im good with that nickname. And wow, I just sorta ended up here after Kelowna, Vegas and Ft. Mcmurray.
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about 1 month ago
Fletcher is spry enough to spring? I'd love to see that... :) Great creative read. Thanks Daniel!
from about 1 month ago
ha ha where would i be without you Pete, I definately wouldnt get picked as a fav, lol thanks for reading 'em
about 1 month ago
Hi Daniel,
Nice read :) I enjoyed reading your article :)
about 1 month ago
Dude, it's not like there's an abundance of creativity and talent flowing about on this site. I value the occasional spark, and you're one of them. I will from now on call you "Sparky" :) I didn't know you're in Vernon, BC. Man, how did you end up there?
from about 1 month ago
haha i tried to get my girl to call me "sparky" like the guy off National Lampoons Christmas Vacation, but she wouldn't so Im good with that nickname. And wow, I just sorta ended up here after Kelowna, Vegas and Ft. Mcmurray.
about 1 month ago
I understand. I'm still trying to figure out what the hell I'm doing in Slovakia of all places. 11 years now...wtf?
about 1 month ago
hahahahahahahah
This is brilliant, nice one Sparky!
about 1 month ago
hahaha wow great article!
about 1 month ago
Great read, Daniel.
about 1 month ago
Nice read! Hahaha at the Blake and Pogge trade! Good one!
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