‘Twas the night before Grey Cup, and all through the land,
Not a fan was relaxing, with a cold beer in hand.
The Elks fans were dreaming of lifting Lord Grey,
While Als fans were certain they’d ruin their day.
Edmonton was buzzing, their hopes running high,
Montreal was determined to make grown men cry.
The jerseys were hung by the TV with care,
In hopes that Lord Grey soon would be there.
The players were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of touchdowns danced in their heads.
The coaches were pacing, their nerves running high,
Praying their kickers wouldn’t send one too wide.
When out on the field there arose such a clatter,
I jumped from the couch to see what was the matter!
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tripped over my cooler and spilled all my stash.
And what to my wondering eyes should appear?
But a CFL referee, riding a mouse, not a deer!
He threw up his flag and shouted with glee,
“Holding! Ten yards! Now it’s second and twenty-three!”
The Argos fans bragged about seventeen rings,
The Ticats fans yelled some unspeakable things.
The Riders fans showed up with melons on heads,
The Bombers fans wished they had stayed in their beds.
The Lions fans roared, the Stamps fans were loud,
The REDBLACKS fans wondered why they weren’t in the crowd.
Then came the big moment, the Grey Cup in sight,
The Elks and the Als were preparing to fight.
And I heard someone shout as the lights faded away,
“IT’S THE CFL, BABY! THERE’S ALWAYS ONE MORE PLAY!”
Happy Grey Cup to all, and to all a good night!
Unless your team’s losing… then prepare for a fight!
