NHL: Get Off Your ASS


Mark me in the ban fighting camp. Cmon NHL, I’m talking to you.


The recent spate of NHL enforcers dying has led to many a theory, musing and thinking about why. Brent Sopel’s quote cuts to the bone.

It’s true when you’re gone from the NHL it’s like you never played. We’re all just pieces of meat.


To An Athlete Dying Young

THE time you won your town the race
We chaired you through the market-place;
Man and boy stood cheering by,
And home we brought you shoulder-high.
To-day, the road all runners come,          5
Shoulder-high we bring you home,
And set you at your threshold down,
Townsman of a stiller town.
Smart lad, to slip betimes away
From fields where glory does not stay,   10
And early though the laurel grows
It withers quicker than the rose.
Eyes the shady night has shut
Cannot see the record cut,
And silence sounds no worse than cheers   15
After earth has stopped the ears:
Now you will not swell the rout
Of lads that wore their honours out,
Runners whom renown outran
And the name died before the man.   20
So set, before its echoes fade,
The fleet foot on the sill of shade,
And hold to the low lintel up
The still-defended challenge-cup.
And round that early-laurelled head   25
Will flock to gaze the strengthless dead,
And find unwithered on its curls
The garland briefer than a girl’s.
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4 Responses to NHL: Get Off Your ASS

  1. zolltan says:

    Those two great poets, A.E. Housman and Brent Sopel…

  2. Pingback: What’s a Canadian farm boy to do? | Rated Zed

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