Bonspiel Sunday

Met the team at the club, eyes bloodshot, a bit slow Still wearin′ that smile, though we know it's all for show Get some coffee in my cup, steaming hot, I need it black Feel the chill hit my skin just looking up from the hack It′s a Bonspiel Sunday, how'd I end up here? On Saturday night, think I might of drank the wrong amount of beer A little more, I'd been on the floor And we wouldn′t have won that game A little less, wouldn′t be such a mess With stones thundering through my brain It started alright on the ice Friday night, got the win Went to the well, chewed the fat✦ for a spell, before turning in Saturday came, an afternoon game, don't like how it went Gave up four in the sixth, a draw shot miss, to the third event The winning team shared a bottle of Beam✦ While we were putting Spaghetti away And on the big board I saw, we had one more draw Starting late Saturday Now it was win or we′re done, up next on sheet one The guys before us were playing slow Since the sheet was behind, I poured another pint To wash down that Texas toast✦! Well I was gonna stop there, not get impaired But they went into an extra end Too much time to kill, so I let my cup fill Now I'm paying the price for my sins Don′t know how we won, it wasn't much fun Wobbling around on my shoes The other guys fared worse in quenching their thirst Couldn′t stand up, they were bound to lose It's a Bonspiel Sunday Drank the wrong amount of beer A little more, I'd been on the floor And we wouldn′t have won that game A little less, wouldn′t be such a mess With stones thundering through my brain More from this creator