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 He swore he was never afraid of the puck We believe him If anyone asks, the inscription should read 'My face was my mask'