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May 6, 2006
Carolina Six. New Jersey Zero. Brodeur's Our B*tch. Cam Ward's Our Hero.
T
he Puck Bard (a/k/a John Allore):
The Canes they did a tap dance, on the Devil's game,
New Jersey came to Caroline, they'll leave the state in shame.
They call us Southern crackers, we're inbred yokel goofs,
Can rednecks play the frozen game? 6-0 is the proof.
Ric Flair is our spokesman, we like it just that way,
Wrastlin' and the Nascar are other sports we play.
Good old boys and moonshine, Tarheel barbecue,
Hockey can't be played down here? Son, the joke's on you.
A hurricane can clear a path of misery and dread
Now Carolina's found a place, deep in Brodeur's head.
Posted by Eric at May 6, 2006 8:35 PM
Comments
Call me when you've won a Stanley Cup. Just one.
Posted by: A.S. at May 8, 2006 6:23 PM
Dear A.S.,
You forgot to leave your phone number.
Wooooooooooooooooo!!!
Posted by: Caniac at June 20, 2006 12:25 AM