Danno, who should be writing poems for a living, has sent this little ditty in time for the big game tonight. Thanks, Danno. It put a smile on my face.
Make My Day Carey Price It's showdown time for the kid named Carey Who has more nerves than Dirty Harry When he stops the man they call Ovechkin Cold. From scoring or even threatnin' Ovie and the Caps will play, With all their jive and funk Yet, the masked man will just smile and say: Are you feelin' lucky punk? Any team can beat any team On any given night Tonight, the Habs turn sour cream Into a sweet two-point delight A jaw-dropping upset - It's our turn The Capitals are in for a fright As they watch Semyon Varlamov"s red light burn, While Carey Price's will never light With Carey the Habs are finally gellin' They're playing tough they're playing manly The Price is right and there's no tellin' He just might hoist a Cup named Stanley