Grinders Vs Naked Santas
I mean, Grinders vs Albino Crackers. Tonight at some gawd awful Monday night hour. Don’t forget gentlemen, short shifts and forward pressure:
As Warren Zevon once said:
His dad took the hose and froze the back yard
And Little Buddy dreamed he was Rocket Richard
He grew up big and he grew up tough
He saw himself scoring for the Wings or Canucks
But he wasn’t that good with a puck
…
There were Swedes to the left of him
Russians to the right
A Czech at the blue line looking for a fight
Brains over brawn–that might work for you
But what’s a Canadian farm boy to do?
…
Thirty seconds left, the puck took a roll
And suddenly Buddy had a shot on goal
The goalie committed, Buddy picked his spot
Twenty years of waiting went into that shot
The fans jumped up, the Finn jumped too
And cold-cocked Buddy on his followthrough
The big man crumbled but he felt all right
‘Cause the last thing he saw
was the flashing red light
He saw that heavenly light
