You stretch, you yawn, you shift in your bed, Then visions of blue glory begin to dance in your head… The winter of emptiness has given way to the spring, With promises of saves, goals and victories to bring. We felt it coming for several weeks now: The discussions of winning and where and how, The offseason moves, the BigSoccer doldrums routine, The loss of some coaches and players, like Victorine The draft, the pick we made from our home town , The trades, the rumors, the stuff going down, The destruction of the mall (thank God it has started), The preseason, the warm-ups, the Red Bulls playing retarded On national TV, only fanned and fueled our fire, Sounded off our alarms and dizzied up our desire… And now a parking lot awaits our wait, The final few hours of time will abate, The smells, the beer, the anticipation, Will all give way to the celebration, At last, it is here, our season has come, Call out the chorus, bang on the drums! The shouts! The calls! The tickets unsealed! All reach a climax when the Wizards take the field. Pack the CAB! Wear that blue with pride! The secrets of a new season are all inside! Toronto FC has traveled, has stepped on our grass, Behold our first victim with a blue cleat up its ass! Rally the family, or your friends, even an unknown bloke, Throw back a cold one, our spring break just broke! O, the blue on the pitch has never looked so fine, The Wizards come to win this season, this oh nine!