Broadview Hawks Football Club

Shocker July 6th

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On July 5th 2010, the Broadview Hawks lost to the High Park Demons. Surprised? I am, thus the title of this article. And you know exactly what meaning of shocker I’m talking about. Perhaps the Hawks thought they only had to show up and the Demons would just keel over and hand over victory. Maybe we depend too greatly on too few. Maybe our roster is a bit thin with several half-injured players going against all the advice of their respective physiotherapists.

Maybe it was that freak power outage that disrupted people’s chi. Maybe it was that pigeon that crashed into my window today while I was writing last week’s report on our tremendous win over Hamilton that made me accidentally close program without saving. (Not kidding: the little dude left his faceprint on my window and it looks like he shat and pissed on collision too. That would explain the liquid and turded streak beside the faceplant.)

I don’t really know what to write here because I’m at a loss for words as virtually all the Hawks were after this devastating defeat. What’s gonna hurt more? Losing in a premiership game or losing to a team that most people have counted out? Like Phil Collins once said, there is a hole in my heart.

Credit is due to the Demons: they played very well and SuperCoach has not lost his talent for recruitment. Strange how fortunes can shift so easily. It should be noted that after losing two great players to yellow/red cards, the Hawks were able to minimize what should have been an all-you-can-kick goal buffet in the 4th quarter. Instead of giving you a play by play of how we were not winning the game, I’m just going to give you a variation of the poem that was stuck in my head the whole way on the long ride home.

Remember, remember the fifth of that July,
The Monday so Humid so Hot,
I see no reason
Why this Game this Season
Should ever be forgot.
Go Hawks! Go Hawks! Twas the intent
To blow up Demons and complement
Three goals at 1st quarter below,
Hawks under old Coach's toe;
By God's providence we were catch'd
With our pants down for the whole match.
Oi Oi, boys! Oi Oi, boys! Let the sirens sing.
This game for some reason was not ours to win.
Oi Oi, boys! Oi Oi, boys! Take this one on the chin.
And what should we do? D e s t r o y O t t a w a.
And every other Mah Thir Pha King team here on end.