The Medal Game
written by:  Dana Dobbie, age 13



It's Sunday night in Kitchner
Canadians are watching just 2 she Schuler
The puck hits the ice, the clock starts to tick
We know it's a goal if the puck hits Schuler's stick
The score is 1 for us and one for them
Against the Americans it's hard to defend
With a couple of goals were up by two
Now for sure the Americans are through
In front of our net there rose such a clatter
I rose from my seat to see what was a matter
A major scuffle in front of our net
The Americans score I bet, I bet
The Americans score it really sucks bad
But it's ok because Schuler isn't sad
She skates really hard to be up again
But it didn't work the Americans score again
The score is 3 to 3
But I have to go pee but I can't cause its going into O.T
Hayley is skating down the boards
I can't wait I think she's going to score
She fakes left then right
And fires it home
The refthrows her arm straight
Schuler hops over the boards to celebrate
As they skated to the blue line they all started to cry
Because they saw Stacey receiving the trophy
I claped, I screamed I shouted out loud
I looked at Stacey and said I'm so proud
Out of my eyes T started to cry
I looked at Schuler and waved bye, bye
Out of the arena as fans we did roll
I know in my heart they all achieved their goals
The Canadians are top on the world once again
With # 27 Schuler we became good friends

Written by Dana Dobbie after 1997 Women's World Championship.
Dana lives in Fergus, Ontario and plays for Orangeville.