A poem dedicated to former Red Wings coach, Scotty Bowman.

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the chessmaster

you were the grand master,
you played the game with your own set of rules,
and when the need arose,
you broke your own rules.
you reinvented the game,
the game changed to suit you.
you climbed the highest mountain nine times,
you were a legend before your time,
you broke the forty-two year curse laid upon our city by superstition
and consistent failure.
we, the people of detroit, will be forever indebted to you.
thank you for all that you did for our boys in the red and white,
you will never be forgotten.