This is our team, and this is our team's year.
I hope with everything that is within
My heart, that after all the losses, here
And now, that somehow we can earn a win.

I thought we had a chance two years ago.
But Harry had gotten himself beat up
And so we played without him-and-you know-
To say the least, we didn't win the cup.

Then last year, with those people petrified,
The season was called off. I tried to look
Like all was well, but hopes in me had died.
Once more, my plans of winning I forsook.

Each loss inside my heart a hole has gored.
I've struggled for so long. Now, my reward