A kinti fórumról csórtam, valaki volt olyan állat és írt egy fasza verset:

"Twas the night before unveiling, and all through the boards not a creature was stirring, not even bladoww.
The socks were hung by the locker with care,
In hopes that St. Louis soon would wear.

The fans were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of new sweaters danced in their heads.
And Stammer in his snuggie, and Downie in cap,
Had just settled their brains for a long winter’s nap.

When out on the boards there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the screen I flew like a flash,
Turned on the monitor and threw up goulash.

The bolt on the breast they did not forgo
Stead the silver and black of status quo.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a tiny cell pic, after what looked like eight beers.

With my little old mouse, so lively a click,
I knew in a moment it must be Vinik.
More rapid than eagles the curses they came,
And they whistled, and shouted, and called him by name!

"How stupid! how, bad! how, pointless and sad!

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The hustle and vigor of Marty St. Lou.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Vinik came with a bound.

A bundle of sweaters he had flung on his back,
And all I could think was 'god damn you Jim Paek'.

His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know that he was nothing if not All In.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
He gave me a jersey, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!

He sprang to his van, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like Jussi hit by a wiffle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"New jerseys to all, and the floors dynamite"
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