’Twas the night before Super Saturday in Brockville town,
Where the river ran calm as the sun settled down.
The bleachers stood ready, the grass shining bright,
For football was coming — the crown was in sight.
From King Street to Central, the talk filled the air,
Of the semis and finals soon happening there.
The fans all prepared, their scarves wrapped up tight,
For tomorrow’s the battle, beneath Saturday’s bright sun.
In the A Division semis, two games would be played,
Where legends are written and rivalries made.
The first — Gabe’s Pizza with grit on their side,
Face the Dutchmen, fierce and full of hometown pride.
The second — a clash that’s sure to excite,
As the Sharks and Leatherheads square off in the light.
Their cleats on the grass, their focus like steel,
Each team determined to seal the next deal.
The chatter in taverns was hearty and loud,
As pints clinked together — a true Brockville crowd!
The beer was a-flowing, the laughter ran deep,
For tomorrow’s the day no one dares oversleep.
And when those semis are settled and champions are near,
The B Division Final brings one more cheer.
MacArthur’s Barbershop, sharp as their fades,
Face Miracle Maid Maniacs, cleaning up plays.
From tackles to touchdowns, from cheers to the calls,
The echo of victory rings through the halls.
And when champions rise and the night’s winding down,
The beer will keep flowing all over the town.
For this is Brockville — proud, strong, and true,
Where football and friendship are stitched through and through.
So rest now, dear players, let destiny call,
For tomorrow’s Super Saturday belongs to us all!
