Filip Forsberg just got done representing the Predators in Columbus for the 2015 All-Star Game. He’s broken Nashville rookie records, is the runaway favorite for the Calder Trophy, and is a wizard with the puck. He’s also only 20 years old.
Basically, we’re telling you what you already know: you are watching something no one in Nashville has ever seen before. It’s almost become commonplace, the things he does game in an game out. He’s going to be part of the Filip Coresberg of this team for a long, long time. One day, you’ll tell your grandkids what you were a part of. Filip’s story is going to be passed down through the ages, so memorize it now:
One March evening, three deadlines past
Old friend Marty was dealt at last
A prospect shunned would take his place
His name was Filip Forsberg
Tons of talent, skill and speed
He had it all, this young Swede
Hands of silk and skates of grace
Transcended Filip Loresberg
Yet Nashville’s roster he could not crack
Defensive grit would hold him back
So in the A he’d work and toil
Knocking at the Filip Doorsberg
Until the moment finally came
The entire world should know his name
A prince so gallant and so royal
All bow to Filip Scoresberg
Nets were filled and goal lights lit
Curls dragged, defenses split
With every goal and point they saw
The crowd would Filip Roarsberg
Embrace, the Music City did
For they’d seen nothing like this kid
Fans and coaches watched in awe
Jaws on the Filip Floorsberg
“Not enough!” you’d hear them say
The stands were packed to see him play
He couldn’t get enough exposure
They’d beg for Filip Moresberg
And someday soon, Preds fans can dream
However foolish it does seem
A silver chalice runneth o’er
With champagne from Filip Poursberg
Clad in Gold, this number nine
A generation he’ll define
For sure and yeah, yeah, for sure
Nashville, he’s Filip Yoursberg
