Happy Holidays New York Ranger fans! The past month has been quite the roller coaster ride, but it’s looking like the Blueshirts may be finding their game.
By Chris Wengert
Twas the month before Christmas and all through the rink, Rangers fans were stirring, saying “they really stink.”
On many occasions Lundqvist and Raanta were hung out to dry, while the Blueshirt faithful screamed, “CHRIS KREIDER, PLEASE TRY!”
The Rangers were playing as if snug in their beds, while visions of trades danced around in our heads.
Dan Girardi, Dan Boyle, Tanner Glass too, some think you’re good but most say poo-poo.
When out on the ice there arose such a clatter, and bloggers collectively wrote as if we invented matter.
Away from their defensive system Rangers flew with a flash, tore open fans hearts who threw in the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen hope, fans started to cannibalize each other with no way to cope.
With a little old driver named Alain Vigneault, making silly decisions lining up Tanner Glass with Mats Zuccarello.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, and gum he chewed, and called Rangers by name!
“Now Nasher! Now, Quickie! Now, Hanky and G! On, Staal! On, Mac Truck! Play better pretty please?”
To the top of the Garden! To the top of the wall! Now dash away! Dash away! Bad play and all!
As dry leaves that before the wild fan base lie, when they meet with an obstacle, flutter and cry.
So up to the Chase Bridges the garden faithful flew, With cups full of beer, only 12 bucks too!
When what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a team from the west and a former Ranger we still cheer.
Carl Hagelin once again flew so lively and quick, until Chris Summers lit him up with a very big hit.
And then in a twinklig we saw on the ice, Dan Boyle producing and oh was it nice!
As he drew his head and was turning around, fed the puck to Zuccarello and a goal was finally found!
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Boyle’s grey beard shimmered, his face now merry, and its about time because a grump he can be.
The stump of a cigar we see now no more, thanks you Sather but now its Jeff Gordan’s floor.
So here we sit fans wanting a cup, strap yourselves in because it will take luck.
If any team can pull miracles our Rangers can, but now they rest hatching a plan.
AV sprang to his bench, to his team gave a whistle, and away they skated like the down of a thistle.
For on behalf of Elite Sports, with the Rangers out of sight, “Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”