It was recently pointed out the me that the tagline for this blog is "Predictions, poems and politically incorrect humour" and recently I have been light on predictions and poems have been no-existent. So for the opening of the 2025 season I am going back to my roots and doing my official predictions in the form of a poem. I assure you there is no one else out in the world of sports commentary knows what iambic pentameter is let alone can they analyze sports using it.
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There are strange things done in the prairie sun by the men who strive
for the cup.
They run ball and hope by fall to hoist that trophy up.
Saskatchewan, will look to stun, as for that goal they strive
And Cory Mace will lead the chase, as we kickoff 2025
Now Cory Mace became the face, Of the Riders 2 years ago
Can he reign supreme? is to be seen, and what we all want to know.
We were close to first, until a burst, of wind did screw us.
Now he’s back with one more crack, that Grey Cup to bring to us.
We have many vets, so place your bets because hopes in this province are
high
This is no coda, in the words of Yoda “Do or do not, there is no try”
Now hey, its me. I’m ready to be, your Prophet extraordinaire
Here are my predictions, (they are not fictions), this is how we’ll
fare.
We’ll be slow out the gate, the fans irate, the hard road we will take.
There will be furies, due to injuries, “Personally I’ll blame Drake”
But fear not, for talent we’ve got. We won’t stay down for long.
A dominant D, for us will be, what helps become strong.
You can bet, that Mace will get, his first Labour Day win.
In a late season streak, we will start to peak, the fans will start to
grin.
When the season does stop, we will be on top, 1st place and byes
The West Final playoff, from Mosaic will kickoff, we beat the Bombers (F
those guys)
Will we get beat up, or hoist the Cup for the first time in 12 years?
I have good news, for my prophetic views, see me pounding celebratory
beers.
Harris gets it done. Bet. Then rides into the sunset. A ring upon his finger.
The ups and downs, the smiles and frowns, memories that will forever linger.
There are strange things done in the prairie sun by the men who strive
for the cup.
As the Prophet I say, that soon comes the day, that we lift that trophy
up.
2025 will be a great year with many a cheer and opponent’s we’ll defeat.
But the halftime show, just so you know will still be “Mosaic” on endless repeat.
3 comments:
I was reading this to the tune of 11 Years That's Enough.
Oh my god! That completely changes the tone and I love it!
A+. Start planning the parade.
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