The Heart of the Brahmas
By Russell Farris

Two years ago, we had no barn to call home
Our team was gone like the fall of Rome
Sticks and gear, they gathered dust
Blades on unused skates began to rust

The fans wept and prayed, and dared to dream
Clinging to hope for a reborn team
In a small one room office, on Sand Street
The heart of the Brahmas still raged and beat

From that small office, the heartbeat grew stronger
New partners, new rink, then they hired the Fonger
Like a phoenix rising, from the ashes they came
Missing the finals the first year by one single game

This year a new season, providing thrills to us all
When the puck drops at NYTEX, our opponents they fall
They say our barn is small, other teams laugh and joke
But when they hit our ice, they all seem to choke

The general from the bench commands with great force
Laying waste to opponents, he shows no remorse
Our forwards and snipers fly like jets into action
Beating defenders and goalies by more than a fraction

Our D-Men with hard checks, maybe a stick a bit high
Dealing out cuts and bruises, maybe a black eye
Our tenders between pipes, standing tall in the crease
Fighting with the warrior spirit, our net they won't breech

It's more than something special, that we have here
Your fancy store bought teams won't inspire us to fear
Hard work, skill, and luck, they all play their part
But all of that means nothing, if you still don't have heart

Our bus might be ugly, our rink might be small
But when it comes to heart, our boys have it all
The regular season has now come to an end
Our quest for the cup is soon to begin!