* 17 Seconds * A Blackhawks Poem
Emotions run high
Along with stress
The twists and the turns
Would leave you a mess
Up and down
the ice they go
Skating towards
And away from the Crow
Up in the zone
Of course, is Tazer,
Dangles a bit
And fires a laser
The crowd goes numb
With anticipation
Rask’s analysis
Led to the slightest hesitation
A puck went through
The Bruins’ five hole
Set the ‘Hawks into a frenzy
As they celebrated the goal.
More time went by
And the Bruins never buckled
Until it came down
To the bare-knuckle
Hoping for the best
But expecting the worst
Hawks fans were anxious
And ready to burst
Speechless moments
Came and went
By the last five minutes
We were all spent
With a minute twenty to go
A Hawk shot through the sticks
Whacking at the rebound
Big, came up Bicks!
Hawks fans let loose
“We tied the game”
Expecting OT
Predicting another frame
But a few seconds later,
To whom I must tip my hat,
With a goal to clinch it
Was Bolland, the Rat
Our excitement had spiked
As our emotion boiled over
The party had begun
And the game wasn’t even over
We watched the clock
All the way to zero
Every man on that team
Had just become a hero
The streets were filled
As we saw explosions in the sky
It all came down to this
This emotional high
We all remember where we were
And we will never ever forget
Just how we felt
When that puck hit the net
In less than a minute
We went from down, tied, to up
It was that Roller Coaster Minute
When the Hawks clinched the cup.
Drew Schroeder 