Good morning Tomcats,
If 2020 had been anywhere close to a normal year, we would all be starting a few week hiatus from hockey to enjoy in the merriment and cheer of the holidays. We also would have just wrapped up the final Tuesday night of hockey, including our annual party downstairs in the hall, having pizza and drinks to toast the coming holidays. Since we could not do that this year, we thought we would take a trip down memory lane, starting with a fun little Tomcat Christmas story:
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through Tomcat land
Not a player was stirring, not even Hurricane Hann;
The hockey gloves were hung by the stage by Snowpants,
In hopes that St. Razor would soon do his dance;
The Tomcats were preparing for the last nigh of hockey,
While visions of flying cooler lids made them cocky;
And Hollywood in his head band, and Chevy in his ball cap,
Were just getting the coolers of MJD tapped,
When out on the Kapusta floor a tussle ensued,
Sunny and Soupy sprang from the bench to witness the feud.
Staring at the far corner, all players froze,
While Kamikaze and Killer traded elbows.
Lovie spoke up, and sent the guys to the bench,
To cool their jets, and their thirst to quench.
When, what to our wondering ears was the call,
Stevo yelled out, “Play the damn ball!”
Then little old Bullwinkle, so lively and quick,
Snapped up the ball and passed it to Nick (Mayday).
More rapid than The Eagle, Nick’s shot was a beacon,
And whistled right by the glove of The Falcon;
“Now, Tunzie! now, Cribzie! now, Jingles and Doc!
On, Sheepdog! on Matador! on, Terror and Rock!
Ho Shack! Ho Lizard! Ho Squid! and Tonto!
Yes Anvil! Yes Frostbite! Yes Big Ned! and Chopo!
To the top of the stage! To the basement of the hall!
Now drink away! drink away! drink away all!”
Their eyes — how they twinkled! Their steps, how they stumble!
No wonder some nights we see so many rumbles
The stage celebration continues downstairs in the hall,
And the boys remember fondly watching Bulldog almost fall;
Rake brings extra snacks, a right jolly old cat,
And Sparky gets credit, for this and that;
Stories are shared, in true Tomcat cheer,
While LaBamba and Chico toast to another great year;
They speak many words, and avoid further work,
As we listen to tales shared by The Turk,
Beep worries in anguish about his veggie delight,
Will Turk proclaim veggies on pizza ain’t right?
The Tomcats remember the greats that came before us,
Sea Lion, The Mayor, The Legend and Bucko Morris,
Crispy, Bundura, Bearcat and Finner,
Each and every Tomcat will always be winners!
So without further adieu, I’ll try to be clever,
HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TOMCATS FOREVER!