Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the penalty box up with Mitch Marner Nikita Zaitsev!
In intermissions there’s nothing so becomes a player,
As sweaty interviews of nonformation and humility;
But when the blast of the goal horn in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the lion like Matthew’s tattoo:
Stiffen the sinews, conjure up the blood,
Disguise good ol’ Canadian boy nature with hard-favoured rage:
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Let it pry through the portage of the head,
Like the Fortnite cannon; let the brow o’erwhelm it
As fearfully as doth a galled hockey writer when they find out a player won’t be available to give empty non-answers
O’erhang and jutty their confounded base,
Swill’d with the Wild and wasteful cap space.
Monday’s FTB: Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more!
