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The Road Not
Skated
With Apologies to Robert Frost
Two roads diverged on a frozen pond,
And the
Sharks confront them both this day,
And being one team, long they stood,
And looked down one as far as they could
To where it bent down the
dressing room hallway;
That path leads to questions, despair,
Shattered dreams; potential left unrealized.
The end of an era, with
naught
Save Stanley Cup dreams forgot.
No names etched in metal, no
heroes deified.
Then they took the other, as just as fair,
And
having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was bloody and wanted wear;
Though Bay City teams that before had passed there,
Had worn it
really about the same.
To tread this road meant sacrifice,
Demons of the
past to wrestle
Every man together on the ice,
Giving their all each
shift; no respite.
Showing champions mettle.
And both on April 30
equally lay
On rinks no skates had yet to cut.
Oh, leave the first for
another day!
You know where leads that path San Jose.
Better yet,
close it shut.
Rather, telling this with a sigh,
Somewhere in
June coming hence;
Two roads diverged on a frozen pond, and aye -
The
Sharks took the one less travelled by,
And that has made all the
difference.
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