May 192010

I like to imagine that this hockey poem could have been written by Albert Forrest, the youngest goalie ever to play in a Stanley Cup series (in 1905, for Dawson City, versus Ottawa. Forrest lost the second game by a 23–2 score).

The Night I Faced One-eyed Frank McGee

Yes, I’m the boy who stood in goal,
Facing pucks he hurled at me.
Yes, I’m the lad whose job it was
To stop the Great McGee.

I tried my best but failed the test,
For the record shows that he
Scored 14 goals in a single game,
And all of them on me.

Oh dear, oh my, it was a catastrophe!

They cheered him loud, they cheered him long.
It was quite a sight to see.
Each time he scored, the more they roared,
“You’re our hero, Frank McGee.”

I stood there shaken, looking on,
The victim of his spree.
Oh yes, he scored those 14 goals,
It was easy as could be.

I wish he’d done it somewhere else,
And on someone else—not me!
When he tired, his mates took up the slack
Till the score reached 23.

Oh dear, oh my, it was a catastrophe!

Someday, when I’m old and grey
With my grandson on my knee,
I’ll tell him of the night I faced
The mighty Frank McGee.

I’ll tell him of his blazing shot
And his boundless energy
And how he played with one bad eye—
Why, the man could hardly see!

But his scoring touch was a gift from God,
At least, that’s my philosophy.
I’ll talk about Lord Stanley’s Cup
And how it slipped away from me

Because of hockey’s greatest star,
Old one-eyed Frank McGee.

Oh dear, oh my, it was such a catastrophe!

To read more about Albert Forrest look for my book, The Youngest Goalie at your local library or try finding it :

In Canada at this link:The Youngest Goalie

In the US at this link: Youngest Goalie

  2 Responses to “A Hockey Poem”

  1. Interesting poem – especially since the point of view is the defeated goalie.

    There is another “goalie poem” that I remember, but have not been able to track down for over 20 years now.
    I believe it first appeared in one of the big Toronto or Montreal newspapers, but the last time I heard it was on the CBC, probably Peter Gzowski’s show, sometime around 1990. It usually showed up around the Christmas holiday.
    How old it actually is can’t be known, except it dates from around when goalies were first wearing masks.

    The poem is about a goalie with a broken nose. When he breathes, the nose makes a whistle, or similar noise. Eventually he starts wearing a mask, and has his nose fixed, but finds he misses the whistle. He misses it so much in fact, that he finally removes his mask and stops a shot with his nose, thus regaining the sound he’s missed.

    I think of it every year about this time and wonder if it’s possible to track it down. After 20 years, the internet is much more pervasive, and searching is getting easier, but all I seem to find are other people looking for this poem, no trace at all of the poem itself.

    Since you’re such a great story-teller, I have to wonder if you ever came across this poem? It would make a great addition to your web pages.

    Good Luck and Happy New Year

    – John

  2. Great poem! Hilarious! Is this poem in any anthology?

    — Paul (Vancouver)

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