The sheer poetry of hockey

"Hockey Haiku" by John Poch and Chad Davidson is full of great ones. Yeah, there are some not so great ones as well, but who can argue with the only haiku dedicated to the Caps?

Lowercase won't do.
THE WASHINGTON CAPITALS
ARE MONUMENTAL.

Then there's this one:

O Donald Brashear,
Flying face first into glass:
Love yourself, your face.

These two made me think of Buggie, because I feel they're something she would write (at least the second one, anyway):

What kind of mascot
is a freaking maple leaf?
Scratchy, doomed to fall.

I'm a Maple Leaf!
Fear my blue fall, my scratchy
edge! I could blind you.

This one is sort of ominous:

I don't know if it's
a pleasing idea to have
the Ducks win the Cup.

Why? I don't know. Fred would be happy, since he would be up $110. But I don't know what the authors have against the Ducks.

Sadly, this one isn't true right now (except for the logo part):

Bottom of the league,
the Thrashers thrash in the muck.
Their logo is weak.

And finally, I leave you with this one for now:

Aging Rangers brat-
Concussion-laden Canuck-
Lindros out again.

Happy New Year!