08/15/2025
'Twas the night before Competitive Camp
when all through the Rink
Not a creature was stirring
Not even Bob Brink
The Jerseys were hung in their lockers with care,
In hopes that Turk Evers soon would be there
The campers were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of skating danced in their heads
As Joe watches the play and screams "Shoot the Puck"
He looks at some players and shouts "What the...
And Hound with his skates, and Marshy his stick
Had just prepared practice as the clock began to tick
When out on the ice there arose such a clatter
I sprang from the trainer's table to see what was the matter
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the sideboards and threw up the sash.
The moon on the white of the freshly cut ice
Gave the lustre of mid-day - I had to peek twice
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear
But a massive Zamboni
To make the ice crystal clear
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be - Coatesy??
More rapid than Flyers his Coaches they came
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name
"Now Danny, now Billy, now Homer, Duffy, Rexy and Sharp!
On Jonesy, on Johnny, on Culpy, Joey and Rob!
To the top of the arena to the top of the wall!
Now drink away! skate away! coach away all!"
As Rivera the EBUG prepared jerseys for all
The campers on ice all had a ball
And so it begins in less than a day
Hard to believe that camp will soon be in play
And after all is over lifetime friends were made
Great because most are all past getting laid
And Lou said to all with his voice so bright
Good hockey to all and to all a Good night!
HAPPY CAMPING TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!