Twas the night before gameday… a Checkers Christmas Poem

Merry Christmas Checkers fans! I wanted to share a bit of holiday cheer and figured a cheesy knockoff of a popular holiday poem was the perfect way to do that.  Enjoy the time you have with family and friends, and I will see you all in a couple of weeks in Raleigh!


Twas the night before gameday, when all though the rink
Not a player was stirring, not even Drayson Bowman
The jerseys were hung by their stalls with care,
In hopes that Checkers fans soon would be there;
The players were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Calder Cups danced in their heads.
Elle in her sparkly shoes, and Wilson in his cap,
Had just settled down for a pregame nap –
When out on the ice there arose such a clatter,
Shaya sprang from the booth to see what was the matter.
Away to the plexiglass he flew with a flash,
Jumped up on the bench and climbed over the dash

The vari-lites shined on the freshly laid ice

Gave the luster of game-time to the videoboard
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a zamboni and eight mighty skaters,
With a big bear driver, so lively and bubbly
I knew in a moment it must be Chubby.
Speedier than NASCARs, the players they skated,
And he whistled, and shouted, and call’d them by name:
“Now! Krueger, now! Ellis, now! Sutter and Terry
“On! Blanchard, on! Boychuk! Dalpe and Sanguinetti;
“To the blueline! To the top of the crease!
“Now score away! Score away! Score away all!”
Chubby sprang into his seat, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew, a victory flight
And I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight —
Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.


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