‘Twas the night before hockey, and all through the rink
The ice pads were empty, the Zamboni in sync;
The jerseys were hung in the cubbies with care,
In hopes of a winning season soon they would share;
The fans, they were nestled all snug in their seats,
While visions of victories, outweighing defeats;
And the Coach in his hat, and the trainer with her kit,
Had just settled down for a pre-game chat-chit,