Elegy for Gump Worsley

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The Weakerthans - Rock, Canada

Elegy for Gump Worsley

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He looked more like our fathers Not a goalie, player, athlete period Smoke, half-ash, stuck in that permanent smirk Tugging jersey around the beer gut "I'm strictly a whiskey man" Was one of the sticks he taped up And gave to a nation of pudgy boys in beverage rooms Favorites from Plympton's list Of objects thrown by Rangers fans Soup cans, persimmon, eggs, a folding chair and a dead rabbit The nervous breakdown of '68 and '69 After pant-crap flights from LA, the expansion A shrink told me to change occupations, I had to forget it He swore he was never afraid of the puck, we believe him If anyone asks, the inscription should read "My face was my mask."

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  • John K. Samson