12/11/2024
'Twas the night before Gyropalooza, and all through the shop,
The store owner was stirring, preparing for this years biggest drop.
The baskets were lit with UV lights in the air,
In hopes that new Gyropalooza discs soon would be there.
The players were dreaming of new molds to throw,
Maybe the new red Glow, easy to find in the snow.
With Rapid Rivers' grand opening just near,
The excitement of the season was perfectly clear.
When out by the shop there arose such a clatter,
I grabbed my bag to see what was the matter.
Away to the storefront I flew like a flash,
Ready for discs from the latest Gyropalooza stash.
The neon sign glowed: “Rapid Rivers Pro Shop!”
Inside was bustling, the energy nonstop.
And there on the counter, stacked neatly in rows,
The new Gyropalooza boxes stole the show.
Each box was a treasure, an epic delight,
Packed with Balance, Vanish, and Parachute flight.
Two R2 Neutron discs, sleek and clean,
And six Lab Seconds—a collector’s dream.
But the true magic lay in the Balance’s shine,
For one in a hundred held a golden sign.
A special stamp that could open the door,
To Michigan’s Gyropalooza celebration and more.
As I marveled at discs and the growing crowd,
A cheer rose up, joyous and loud.
For Rapid Rivers' brick-and-mortar debut,
A haven for players, both seasoned and new.
Through the doors came Saint Gyro himself,
A bag of rare discs placed high on the shelf.
He handed out treasures, his grin aglow,
And made the shop feel like the best place to throw.
He spoke not a word but went straight to his play,
Acing a mock basket in the shop’s mini-bay.
Then tapping the boxes with a magical vibe,
He blessed each one with an extra surprise.
He turned to his sleigh, with a wink of his eye,
And waved to the crowd as he took to the sky.
But I heard him exclaim, as he faded from sight,
“Happy Gyropalooza to all, and to all a good night!”
