Alouettes' Regrets

28-27 Loss to the Blue Bombers

Montreal, Quebec — Photo by Jonathan Potter ⓒ 2024

On Percival-Molson's hallowed ground
Beneath what had been sunny skies
A tale of wind and fate was found,
A game where the Als met their demise
Despite a lead and an easy ride—
When a gust of wind changed the tide.

With 16 seconds left, they punted,
But a gust of wind from nowhere came.
The ball from Zema's foot was shunted,
A fateful turn that changed the game.
The Bombers found themselves in range—
A gift from the gods, a strange exchange.

The Als, a team that died that day,
Their hearts, their might, their every care
In the final seconds on display,
Now claim their pride to win their share.
Although they lost, they showed their might,
A promise held for a playoff fight.

The East Final, a date to mark,
November 9, with hope alight.
The Als will then regain their spark
To face their foes come playoff night.
A rest week's gift, a chance to mend,
Towards football glory, they'll ascend.

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