The rolling of the mountains
The thunder of the skates
The slap of the puck
And the laughter on our face
We will cherish these moments
As our ancestors once did
As time will go on
We will hear the songs
That we sing
From the rumble of the horses
To the tiniest of feet
Our hearts will cherish
The moments that you keep
These are the moments in one man's fate
That we will all look back on
And miss his face
The smile of his cheeks
The laughter in his lines
The giggle of his spirit
And the wit of his charm
There are only three words
That come to mind
'' We Love You''!!
R.I.P Uncle Jay Miss You And Looove Youuuu Soooooo Muccchhhh!!!!
If your not on here tell mee
Here's to faceoffs, goals, assists, overtime, playoffs, living on the road, town rivalrys, cold rinks, early mornings, breakaways, going top cheds, dreaming of the show, countless hours of practice, bag skates, puking, line brawls, losing teeth, black eyes, blood, stiches, loyalty, pride, dangling d-men, end to end rushes, big hits, broken twigs, thousands of dollars, new skates, packing bombs, dropping the mits, wheelin' broads, team partys, beers with the boys, coaches adding the letter "y" to the end of everyone's last name, the word "fuck", pick up, packing dips, tape to tape sauce, 1 2 clappers, let downs, tears, miracles and most of all - the game of Hockey.