Elegy From Gump Worsley
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 [Incomprehensible]
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-'69
After Pan Crap flights from L.A., the expansion
A shrink told me to change occupations
I had to forget it