Without the B's, fall's NOT the same:
The roaring crowd, the rafter cheers,Pre-game dinner, game-time beers,
Avoid the errant flying pucks,
Tell the ref how bad he sucks,
Remembering what row I'm on,
Avoid like plague the Jumbotron,
Watching for the goal light's shine,
Standing in the bathroom line,
Hating when the team is beat,
Piling onto Causeway Street,
Waiting for the midnight train,
Hoping for another game.
Even though our memories harden,
This will always be The Gahden.
Oh, this lockout - what a kick!
(Jeremy Jacobs is a dick.)
The end.
