Blues Carols: "Rick Nash Got Ran Over By A Tee Jay"
Our friends over at Fear The Fin put up some really cool "Sharks Carols" that you may have seen on Sunday's links. Well, I came up with one of my own. If you have any, feel free to share them in the FanPosts or, if you're a staff writer, post it on the front page.
The following is sung to the tune of "Grandma Got Ran Over By A Reindeer". Well, of course it is. Enjoy what comes after the jump, kids!
Rick Nash got ran over by a Tee Jay,Skating down the ice one Sunday Night.
They say Rick didn't know where he was going,
And that explains why he sees flashing lights.
It was a great night in Columbus,
And the hockey game was fun.
Rick Nash couldn't see what's coming,
And Teej unloaded with his shoulder like a shotgun.
The Bee Jays homers thought it was dirty,
Though we all knew the play was clean.
But the broadcasters kept on bitching,
While their captain flopped on the ice like in a dream.
Rick Nash got ran over by a Tee Jay,
Skating down the ice one Sunday Night.
They say Rick didn't know where he was going,
And that explains why he sees flashing lights.
He pries himself from the ice slowly,
And tries to shake off the effects.
But his attempts prove to be futile,
And he falls back down like many airplane wrecks.
Now you could say there was plenty
Of piss and vinegar in the Bee Jays.
But not a one went up to Tee Jay,
Because we all know they have sandy VaJayJays.
Rick Nash got ran over by a Tee Jay,
Skating down the ice one Sunday Night.
They say Rick didn't know where he was going,
And that explains why he sees flashing lights.
November Tenth came way too quickly,
And the Tee Jay was hip-checked.
David Backes didn't think it funny,
And the scrum caused Tee Jay's ankle to be wrecked.
Samuel Pahlsson was the culprit,
And the damage was not good,
Because Pahlsson dropped the Tee Jay
In a clumsy fashion that a dumb Swede would.
Rick Nash got ran over by a Tee Jay,
Skating down the ice one Sunday Night.
They say Rick didn't know where he was going,
And that explains why he sees flashing lights.
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I am now,
very, very depressed. No homo, but I love TJ Oshie. Please come back soon, we need you.
mine isn't as good, but to the tune of Let It Snow:
Oh, the future of the season is frightful,
And the injured reserve is quite full,
But since we’ve no money to blow,
I’m letting go, letting go, letting go.
Doug doesn’t show signs of shopping,
And Brad Boyes isn’t far from flopping;
So in spite of who’s in P-E-O,
I’m letting go, letting go, letting go.
When we finally say goodbye,
To Boyes, Conky, and Brew;
You will not see my cry,
If we sign a scorer or two!
The hope is slowly dying,
In the House of Payne there’s no denying,
I’ll still scream "Go Blues Go!"
But I’m letting go, letting go, letting go..
#SilentJay4Selke
@ProdigiousOne - twitter
Halak to Move it Move it
by ilikeboyes on Dec 14, 2010 11:18 AM CST reply actions 1 recs
and yes, I realize I rhymed go with go. sue me.
#SilentJay4Selke
@ProdigiousOne - twitter
Halak to Move it Move it
i used
be-friend-in
hmm up the chimbley we should go!
And a harvest of righteousness is grown from the seed of peace planted by peacemakers.
by Childhood Trauma on Dec 14, 2010 6:18 PM CST up reply actions
My Turn!!
To the tune of Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer
Steener the big nosed foward
has a very awesome game
We have to thank Toronto
For the sweet 2 for 1 trade.
All of the other fowards
Used to be higher ranked than him
They never let poor Steener
Contribute to a hockey game win
Then one quite surprizing day
Blues Front office had to say
Steener with your price so right
Come and play for the Blues tonite!
Now all the Blues fans love him
And the hardcore game he plays
Steener you big nosed foward
The nose will go down in history!
Put your big girl panties on and deal with it!
by BluesFanFromNE on Dec 14, 2010 11:39 AM CST reply actions 1 recs
Haha!
Well played, sir.
St. Louis Game Time . . . I need another beer.
And I can also write things in 140 characters or fewer.
let them blow- one for the recent refs
Oh, the reffing tonight is just frightful,
But Halak is so delightful,
And since this is the place to go,
Let em blow, let em blow , let em blow.
The pk shows no signs of stopping,
And howard is constantly flopping;
as pucks, behind him do go,
so let em blow, let em blow, let em blow.
A big bear butt has just blocked my sight,
and yet I can still see the ref’s arm in the air
but with silent Jay on the ice tonight
the puck is cleared with nary a care!
The game is slowly end-in,
And, the johnnie walker im still be-friend -in
But as long as the blues win at the Joe.
let em blow, let em blow, let em blow.
And a harvest of righteousness is grown from the seed of peace planted by peacemakers.
by Childhood Trauma on Dec 14, 2010 6:16 PM CST reply actions
The Twelve Days of Bluesmas
On the twelfth day of Bluesmas, my Game Time gave to me…
12 Assholes Tearing
11 Sugar Gliders
10 Toews-a-Puking
9 Spectr Stories
8 Prospect Sundays
7 Bots-a-Brewing
6 (the) Jobs-a-Blowing
5 FUCKdetroits!
4 Splodey Bones
3 Conk Blocks
2 sdays with Hildy
And a gif of some cute puppies.
www.stlouisgametime.com
by Angst vorm Nichts on Dec 14, 2010 7:26 PM CST reply actions 1 recs
Cute Puppies !!

Hockey players wear numbers because you can't always identify the body with dental records.
It is the sweet, simple things of life which are the real ones after all. Laura Ingalls Wilder
yeah asshole tearings!!
and Spectr’s stories are the best!
First they thought I was ASD, and then ADHD, and after a few years of having MD, they told me that I am probably EI. But all I know for sure is that I have TS... Fuck it, just call me alphabet soup.
Great job all
I’m not talented in this type of thing so I’ll just enjoy y’alls
Hockey players wear numbers because you can't always identify the body with dental records.
It is the sweet, simple things of life which are the real ones after all. Laura Ingalls Wilder






























