a poem by the Commissioner
(to Twas the Night Before Christmas)
Twas the day before broomball and on High St. in town
I sat in my office, my face had a frown
I filled out the rosters with patience and care
But it seems most of the players would not be there
Some people had canceled because they had plans
I saw visions of broomball slip through my hands
With my wife in bed and the baby asleep
I exhausted my phone book and wanted to weep
When out of the blue the phone started ringing
I sprang up to see what news it was bringing
Away from my desk where sits my computer
Where I surf the Net for lots of bare hooters
The voice on phone was one that I know
It belonged to a fellow referred to as Joe
When what to my wondering ears did he say
But that he knew people who were willing to play
With so many absent, he had to think fast
On such short notice it was a pain in the ass
We just wanted to play though it wasn't the same
To be without those who usually came
Not Kara, not Jeff, not Taylor, not Chad
Not Zach, not Bill, nor Joe Ferriell's dad
For this broomball contest it seemed no one could
And with gametime approaching it didn't look good
As Joe spoke I sensed a light in his eye
My hopes began to sore up to the sky
Perhaps the new roster containing our crew
Would be stock with players that Joe himself knew
And then without chuckling I heard him say
Here are the people who are ready to play
With a pen in my hand, I wrote the names down
Of those who said they would be Goggin-bound
First there was Joe, who was ranked number one
Eager to both whoop ass and have fun
He had a new helmet he was anxious to try
And a thirst for body checks he wanted to apply
His girl --her name's Laini, she plays on defense
Thinking you'll get by her just doesn't make sense
"She'll be playing along with Jacob her bro
Plus there is more...I'll continue" said Joe
"You can count in my sisters, both Eve and Dara
And also Dara's friend, her name is Laura."
But Joe wasn't finished, he had one more for show
The return of Les, who had played long ago
With these six players the roster was set
We had enough to play and to cover my debt
Joe had saved the day but he wasn't done
Adding enjoyment or increasing the fun
He got us a discount to play on the ice
Because he's a student, we got it half price
At the pre-game dinner a coupon he shared
About broomball and friends, Joe certainly cared
He saved broomball, there's no doubt in my mind
Now I can't wait to play and whoop someone's behind
And if anyone wants to play again next year
YOU ORGANIZE IT! It was a pain in MY rear!
Also: although this poem glorifies Joe, I would also like to thank Tim and Jeff Traylor for still playing. Kaylene for playing and attempting to recruit others at work. Suzie for volunteering to watch Caden if we needed Courtney to play.
Without you all, broomball would not be possible.
You complete me. You complete me.