A hockey poem for Brian
I can’t cheer for Tampa Bay, too many
painful memories of Florida: a fear of
sharks nipping at my heels in the ocean;
the triple threat of a hotel room, HBO and
trucker speed.
No, I’ll stick with Ottawa, even though
it reminds me of uncomfortable breakfasts,
a bitter cold and never knowing what to do
with my hands.
There are no atheists in foxholes, no fence
sitters during playoffs, no regret that can’t
be forgiven.
painful memories of Florida: a fear of
sharks nipping at my heels in the ocean;
the triple threat of a hotel room, HBO and
trucker speed.
No, I’ll stick with Ottawa, even though
it reminds me of uncomfortable breakfasts,
a bitter cold and never knowing what to do
with my hands.
There are no atheists in foxholes, no fence
sitters during playoffs, no regret that can’t
be forgiven.
posted by kathleen olmstead at 5:12 PM
1 Comments:
know who I like? I like the Anaheim Mighty Ducks. I know they were named after a movie starring Charlie Sheen, and Anaheim isn't much of a city, but I like them, I really do. Forgive me?
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