From the 1982-83 Milwaukee Admirals program:
SIROIS IN THE NET
by Anonymous

The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Brewtown six that night
The score stood one to zero in a monster gargantuan fight
It seemed that one fluke tally would be all Toledo would get,
But hope did spring eternal when Rich Sirois took the net.

When Robbie Polman Tuin was informed he'd got the hook,
The fans looked at Phil Wittliff, then scanned the program book.
And since diminutive Jeff Nord was in Salt Lake to stay,
Coach Wittliff brought in Sirois as the man to save the day.

A sickly silence fell upon the patrons of the game
When one guy blew a breakaway and another did the same.
'Twas late in the third period and the fans were making hay,
"Let's just wait for a break," they said, "and let Sirois save the day."

When Sirois jumped between the pipes and tooled his warmup fare,
A straggling few fanatics left the building in despair.
But, clinging to that hope that springs eternal from the breast,
"Just wait for a break," the fanatics said, "and let Sirois do the rest."

The face off was outside the blue line, just to Sirois' right,
McFarlane won the draw through sheer courage, grit and might
But wheeling in on net was accosted by McKay,
"Just watch," the fans continued. "Just watch Sirois save the day."

MacFarlane still controlled the puck - at center he did wheel
he decked McKay and Paiment, that slippery, slimey eel.
H passed it out in front to Graham, a right wing super slick
But then it came, that fateful time, when Sirois threw his stick.

Then, from 8,000 fans and more there rose a mighty roar,
Mike Hoberg blew the whistle that caused the fans to become sore.
"Kill him, nail the guy," said the fans in their nasty way,
"Don't worry 'bout those guys," said Sirois. "I can save the day."

Hoberg called a penalty shot, much to Wittliff's chagrin,
As the fans would have liked to land a haymaker ton Old Mike Hoberg's chin.
But right winger Graham, moving like a cat in rubber skin,
Would try with one minute left in the game to seal Toledo's win.

The puck was laid at center ice, and Graham swooped along;
he wheeled and moved toward Sirois before the silent, breathless throng;
And as he crossed the blue line, one fan did indeed erupt,
"We've lost first place forever," he said, "if Sirois messes up."

The crafty winger bore down to the right of Richie's net,
He'd need all his faculties if a goal he was to get.
He got the spot he wanted, now all there was to do
was put the puck twixt Richie's knees to make the score zip-two

Graham moved in two more feet to find his favorite spot,
the wound up in preparation, letting fly a shot.
The biscuit flew at a mighty pace, with eyes for a little room
But Richie scooted shortside to seel Dirk Grahamn's doom.

It's funny what sports experts say a little momentum will do,
'cause the Admirals came out breathing fire, and before it all was through,
They scored five goals in no time - those Toledo boys were stunned.
And that's how it ended - Admirals 5, the lowly Toledos 1.

Oh, somewhere in this favored land, the sun is shining bright,
Frank Charles is playing somewhere, and Lee Morbeck's heart is light;
and somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children play.
And Milwaukee went bananas when Rich Sirois saved the day.