To be snow or not to be snow
That is the question
Whether tis noble to go out and try to make it to the hockey game
Or stay home and be out 32 bucks for two tickets
And by going out into that frigid mess and die
To sleep no more
And by a sleep and say we end
The frostbite and a thousand little pins of pain shooting across my foot
To consume overpriced pizza and Mt Dew
To dream of an income that will allow me to partake in souvenirs
When I will shuffle off this wild hockey puck
To die, but I know my chances to sleep no more are better at a baseball game
Or if I was in England, at a football(soccer) game
Those hockey players are fit and brave, and there's the rub
For they practice many long hours and they have my utmost respect
They will bear the boos and scorns of the crowd if they fail to score enough goals
The other team will be consumed with pride
And in that pride will be consumed with lost love
Of their few fans who made the perilous trip from Chicago, the windy city
To go back and grunt and sweat under a weary life'
A life like the Chicago Bears and the gun-toting cowards that live there
And lose once again in the name of pride and inaction