They weren't on the air,
But it was hockey night Friday night.
The whistle blowed, the tension growed and the fans jumped upright,
In Kosice the game was played and the hockey was insane.
Goals were scored,
the crowd they roared,
at the Kosice-Nitra hockey game.
The game was smooth,
the players moved,
and penalties fell like rain.
The crowd was great,
and the players were on skates,
and after one hit I nearly burst a vein,
the fans didn't care, they didn't cheer but that didn't drive me insane because I was at a good hockey game.
And after the game the player's partook in a Slovak hockey ritual:
Today's jonathanism is a simple one: Oh, the good old hockey game, is the best game you can name and the best game you can name is the good old hockey game.
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