Everyone Knows God Created Beer...

The Game: Avs at Coyotes

...to keep the Irish from taking over the world. But did he anticipate that it would cause them to write belated game recaps in ill-conceived limerick?

This St. Patrick's Day game also happened to fall on opening night at the ballet. So, by the time I got away from the theatre, Denver was drunk, and I'd missed most of the game.

A case of Guinness, a case of Harp, and a case of Smithwick's precluded the purchase and/or storage of any Colorado beer. Turns out the guys did alright without me. I settled in for the replay with my chilled pint glass and waxed poetic...

We called up a young lad called Finger,
A right rough-and-tumble bell-ringer,
He doesn't abide
Phoenix playing offsides,
And they fight like they're on Jerry Springer.

Paul Stastny increases his streak,
The rookie who won't take a break,
Not a tooth in his head,
He surpasses his dad
Breaking records set by the Nordiques.

You'd be daft to count out Super Joe,
The humblest player you know,
A slap of his wrist,
and Joseph is pissed,
'Cause the Avs are now up 2 and 0.

I fell asleep shortly thereafter...probably a good thing for all of us.

FINAL

Avs 6
Coyotes 3

Erin Go Bragh! Slainte! Best Friends Forever!

--Satanella