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Game Seven
The first time I lost a tooth in a game,
I lost nine
At once
With my beard in full bloom, my team soared through the playoffs
Game seven in Montreal
Habs flags on every car
Line ups at La Cage Aux Sports
This year is our year
Electric atmosphere
Third Period
Up a goal
Down a man
Two minuets remained untill we sieze the Stanley Cup and sweep the defending champions
Coach put my line out
We lose the face off
Their defenseman tees up the puck
As I go down to block the shot
POW!
Everything goes dark, everything hurt
Open my eyes to the sight of blood rushing like the mighty Mississippi out of my mouth
It happened so fast, the adreniline pumping, I feel no pain
I realize I took the puck in the face
Remaining down I await the trainer for assistance
As he helps me off the ice I can only imagine what I look like
On the bench I proceed to pull out my teeth
One by one, they keep on coming
All nine
Praying the red flow will stop
I stick a piece of gauze in my bloody mouth,
In true hockey player fashion,
I go back out,
And win
I believe that it's meant to be
And it feels a little like '93
With failing hands we hold it high
And raise number 25 to the sky
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