Oh, that you would rend the heavens and come down,
so that our mountainous opponents would tremble before you!
May our enemies be like the dryest of forests
whose large trees are destroyed by the smallest spark,
Come down, O Yahweh! Proclaim your favour on MacT's midgets!
Cause the Eastern Conference to tremble whenever they think of you!
We remember a time when you did awesome things,
a time when you came down; the Cup was our permanent possession.
Since the foundation of the NHL no ear has heard,
no lips have testified,
and no eye has seen any God besides you,
who will act for the sake of those who wait for him.
You will help us when we skate in your ways,
and when our pugilists act within the ancestral Code.
But when we continue to sin against you,
you are angry and let us lose to the lowly among us.
How then can we be saved?
We have all become like the Flames!
whose righteous acts are no more than filthy rags.
We have shriveled up like the Leafs!
swept down the standings, our shame on full display.
2 comments:
How can these posts have no comments! Your gospel is an absolute requirement in any pre (and post)game purification ritual. Even my cat is staring intently at the screen right now, and I can only assume it's because she's reading the blog.
Keep posting! Along with Lowetide and various sites about cute animals, this is my favourite blog.
Thanks Icecastles, much appreciated!
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