If you're here for game recaps, I'm going to be disappointing you for another 82 games plus pre- and post-season. I will, however, wax poetic about the feeling of hockey coming back into our lives.
Fall's pumpkin lattes and boots make me smile/ But as a Caps fan, we've been waiting for the new season for a while.
The freshly-laid ice gleams under the bright lights/ A Capital slate waiting for electrifying sights.
All carved up with the blades on their feet/ the blue of the crease is ready for the heat.
It's finally sweater weather/ but a Screaming Eagle looks better.
With every new rookie and veteran's return/ DC's Stanley Cup fever begins to burn.
No pumpkin patch can match the chime of a goal/ As the puck finds the net, right through the five hole.
LT and Duhaime, Lindy, Bandz, and Strome/ This is the year they're going to bring it home.
Give me a bowl of Ovi's Great Crunch/ then I'll be eating a Washington win for lunch.
Forget the apples and the autumn air/ The thrill of a breakaway is beyond compare.
The only fall beauty I want to see/ is the one attached to Tom Wilson's hair.
So let the leaves fall, and the cider flow/ But my heart belongs where the Caps' red light glows.