With apologies to Don McLean – not the guy who sits next to Don Cherry on HNIC, the singer\/songwriter – I give you an ode to another lost season:<\/p>\n
Bye, Bye Mr. Peddie Bye Bye.\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n Not a long, long time ago… But February made me shiver Well, I can’t remember if I cried So bye-bye, Mr. Peddie bye-bye Did you read the book of rules Well, I know that you’re in love with them We were an awful power play scorin’ group I started singin’ Now for three years, we’ve been on our own Oh and while Pat Quinn was looking ’round We were singin’ Helter skelter in a summer swelter Now the pre-season air was sweet perfume We started singin’ Oh, and there we were all in one place Oh and as I watched him on the stage He was singin’ I met a fan with a pair of blues And in the streets the Leaf fans screamed And they were singin’ With apologies to Don McLean – not the guy who sits next to Don Cherry on HNIC, the singer\/songwriter – I give you an ode to another lost season:<\/p>\n Bye, Bye Mr. Peddie Bye Bye. <\/p>\n Not a long, long time ago… I can still remember How that jersey used to make me smile. And […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[50,8,40,11],"tags":[1189,161,1156],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/heroesinrehab.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/130"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/heroesinrehab.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/heroesinrehab.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/heroesinrehab.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/heroesinrehab.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=130"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/heroesinrehab.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/130\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/heroesinrehab.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=130"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/heroesinrehab.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=130"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/heroesinrehab.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=130"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nI can still remember
\nHow that jersey used to make me smile.
\nAnd I knew if they had their chance
\nThe Leafs could make the damn puck dance
\nAnd maybe hold a late lead for a while.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nAs crucial points were not delivered.
\nBad news on the scoresheet;
\nI couldn’t take one more defeat.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nWhen we lost eight zip to a Panthers side
\nWhose hockey skills I must deride.
\nThe day the season died.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nDrove my patience to the limit
\nAnd the limit was high
\nWhen will our boys be drinkin’ whiskey and rye
\nFrom a Cup – before the day that I die?
\nOne Cup before the day that I die?<\/em><\/p>\n
\nAnd do you have faith that Gary Bettman drools
\nIf Don Cherry tells you so?
\nDo you believe in Johnny Pohl
\nCan Raycroft stop one single goal,
\nAnd can you teach me how to start real slow?<\/em><\/p>\n
\n‘Cause I saw them trying to defend
\nAs if they’d been drinking booze
\nMan, I hate it when we lose.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nAnd Jason Blake stunk worse than monkey poop
\nBut I knew I was done with this troop
\nThe day the season died.<\/em><\/p>\n
\n“Bye-bye Mr. Peddie bye bye
\nBy sweaty Franceschetti
\nand Tim Horton on high
\nWhen will our boys be drinkin’ whiskey and rye
\nFrom a Cup – before the day that I die?
\nOne Cup before the day that I die?<\/em><\/p>\n
\nWhile other teams played in the playoff zone
\nBut that’s not how it used to be.
\nWhen Pat Quinn coached and worked as our G.M.
\nIn a style the press was too quick to condemn
\nAnd the playoffs were almost guaranteed.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nSome arsehole hired this JFJ clown
\nLeaf Nation was concerned
\nNo glory was returned.
\nAnd while Fergie tried to make his mark
\nSigning Jason Allison on a f@#*ing lark
\nOur D showed holes big as Yellowstone Park
\nYou and Fergie laboured on in the dark
\n‘Til the day the season died.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nBye, bye Mr. Peddie bye-bye
\nBy Sittler, Salming, Ellis
\nKennedy and Vaive
\nWhen will our boys be drinkin’ whiskey and rye
\nFrom a Cup – before the day that I die?
\nFrom the Cup before the day that I die?<\/em><\/p>\n
\nIs not a plan to make your GAA grow svelter
\n(3rd worst in the league and growing fast)
\nThis team smells foul like intestinal gas
\nIt can’t complete a simple breakout pass
\nAnd the Captain has a weak supporting cast.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nCoach Maurice guaranteed that soon
\n“We will get to the dance”
\nOh, but we never got the chance!
\n’cause the players wandered far afield
\nWith Woz on ice the goals they’d yield
\nTheir lack of talent was revealed
\nThe day the season died.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nBye, bye Mr. Peddie bye-bye,
\nDrove my patience to the limit
\nAnd the limit was high
\nWhen will our boys be drinkin’ whiskey and rye
\nFrom a Cup – before the day that I die?
\nOne Cup before the day that I die?<\/em><\/p>\n
\nA hopeful Nation lost in space
\nWith no time left to start again.
\nSo come on, Fletch be nimble, Fletch be quick
\nFletch get someone with a hockey stick
\nWho knows his way ’round both rink ends.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nMy hands were clenched in fists of rage
\nAs Sundin was dissed because
\nHe wouldn’t waive that No-Trade-Clause!
\nAnd as the Bruins scored six that night
\nTo light the tired Leaf goal light
\nI saw Satan laughing with delight
\nThe day the season died.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nBye, bye Mr. Peddie bye-bye
\nBy sweaty Franceschetti
\nand Tim Horton on high
\nWhen will our boys be drinkin’ whiskey and rye
\nFrom a Cup – before the day that I die?
\nOne Cup before the day that I die?<\/em><\/p>\n
\nAnd I asked him for some happy news
\nBut he just smiled and turned away.
\nI went down to that sacred spot,
\nWhere Keon scored, and Clarkie fought
\nBut the man there said the team wouldn’t play.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nThe lovers cried, and the poets dreamed
\nBut not a word was spoken
\nThe franchise was just broken.
\nAnd the three men I admire most
\nJohn Bower, Punch, and Jacques Plante’s ghost
\nThey caught the last train for the coast
\nThe day the season died.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nBye, bye Mr. Peddie bye-bye
\nBy Sittler, Salming, Ellis
\nKennedy and Vaive
\nWhen will our boys be drinkin’ whiskey and rye
\nFrom a Cup – before the day that I die?
\nOne Cup before the day that I die?<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"