Marc-Andre Fleury

For flower's likely last home start, his kids joined him for intros and anthem 🌸💚

DID YOU TOUCH MY FUCKING GOALIE?

I DID TOUCH A GOALIE BUT I DID NOT TOUCH YOUR GOALIE, SIR.

DID YOU TOUCH MY FUCKING GOALIE?

DRAW IF YOU BE MEN.

In fair Verizon Center, where we lay our scene

From ancient grudge break to new penalty,

Where civil blood makes civil gloves unclean.

From forth the fatal pads of these two foes

A pair of ice-cross’d wingers take their life;

Whose misadventured piteous overembellishments

Do with their fists bury their goalies’ strife.

The fearful passage of their chipped-tooth’d love,

And the continuance of their fans’ rage,

Which, but their season’s end, nought could remove,

Is now the two hours’ traffic of our stage;

The which if you with giant foam fingers attend,

he committed a federal crime against those children

― Blud, Rachel McKibbens

Hockey Poetry Post 61/?