One of the necessities of writing whimsy is to accept that your story ideas come from your daydreams.
So when, in the midst of some late summer afternoon stupor, an out of season question floated across my mind, I took it seriously. I wondered: what would an encouragement song for our flagship hockey team sound like? We're just about to get a new arena, and it might be nice for civic pride and all that to have a song that celebrates both the Dukes and the Dukedome.
That got me going. I needed to create a song that was proud and confident, without being arrogant or boastful (because we occasionally lose a game, because we don't want to motivate our opponents on the rebound, and because that's just how we are in Wellington). I also needed to create some rhymes for the 'uke' sound that didn't sound false. It wouldn't work, for example,to have 'Dukes' who always eat their 'cukes'. PIzza, maybe; vegetables, no.
So I came up with what follows. You be the judge of whether it might help motivate the team to notch the proverbial 110% effort up to 111%.
"The Home of the Wellington Dukes"
Welcome old friends to the Dukedome
The hub of the universe
Where the home team is always much better
And the visitors always much worse
We usually come out the winner
And the goals we allow are all flukes
That's the way it is in the Dukedome
The home of the Wellington Dukes
The players are solid as tree trunks
Yet they fly like the wind down the ice
They always send flowers to their mothers
And follow their fathers' advice
They come to each others assistance
Face up to their their coaches' rebukes
That's the way it is in the Dukedome
The home of the Wellington Dukes
We're the fans and we like to be noisy
No matter what time of the year
We groan when the tide turns against us
When its with us we stand up and cheer
We're most of us quite well adjusted
Though we carry on like we're kooks
That's the way it is in the Dukedome
The home of the Wellington Dukes
So goodbye and safe home from the Dukedome
The hub of the universe
Where the home team is always much better
And the visitors always much worse
We usually come out the winner
And the goals we allow are all flukes
That's the way it is in the Dukedome
The home of the Wellington Dukes
If you have made it this far, you might be interested in going towww.wellingtontimes.caand listening to the song. Who knows, they may just play it over the Dukedome's PA system and you can sing along. But if you see Stompin' Tom, please assure him his reputation as the king of hockey songsters is under no threat.
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