The Garden City Refugee

Ode to the IceDogs

October 26, 2014

Here is a tale that will rhyme
About when I saw the IceDogs for the second time

I found little buzz on the street on this day
There was only this mascot from the local Subway

Under the auspices of security, a guard rifles through your bags and devices
They just want you to pay the high concession prices

Never bought food at a hockey game, that’s a fact
It’s a streak I intend to keep intact

I really don’t want to be mean
But is it asking too much for the seat to be clean?

New banners were hung from the rafters
Honoring the team that was the Eastern Conference masters

Before the game, Bones posed for a picture for me
There would be not many others in the stands for the mascot to see

The IceDogs played their backup goaltender, giving him a fling
We found out why he’s second-string

Battalion shooters found him easy to strafe
Don’t worry Brent, your job is safe

The work of the officials was not a delight
“I’m blind, I’m deaf, I want to be a ref,” was easily the line of the night

An altercation caused many to scoff
One man near me yelled, “Rip his head off!”

The biggest cheers came from a third-period fight
The guy to my left pounded on the glass with all his might

After the game, dejection was written all over their faces
It hardly seemed worth tying up their skate laces

The light crowd was not happy, to say the least
As their team crept closer to the bottom of the East

Looks like a long year ahead for fans like me and you
They’ve played a dozen games and only won two