Dont know if its been posted before, thaught it was funny. link: http://www.sportsnet.ca/hockey/columnist.jsp?content=20050224_091812_312 Don McLean's "American Pie" is a lengthy ballad, making it a perfect tribute to the never-ending NHL Lockout. A long, long time ago I can still remember how that game used to make me smile. And I knew if I had my chance that I could make that puck dance and maybe fans would be happy for awhile. But February made me shiver with every paper that was delivered. Bad news on the door step, I couldn't take one more step. I can't remember if I cried when I read about Wayne's wounded pride. But something touched me deep inside, the day that hockey died. (Chorus) So, Bye-Bye to Cujo and Tie. Drove my Zamboni to the rink but the ice had gone dry. And Bob and Gary better open their eyes. 'Cause this will be the day the game dies, this will be the day the game dies. Do you remember Jean Beliveau, Rocket Richard, Alex Delvecchio? And do you believe in Tony O, Ronnie Ellis and Gilbert Perreault? Well, I know today's players might be better than him, 'cause when they're not counting money they are in the gym. But it's easy for me to choose, 'cause I dig Barclay Plager and the Blues. I was a lonely teenage hockey card nut with a bad case of acne and a real big butt, and I knew that I was out of luck the day that hockey died. (Chorus) Now, for 10 years we had a CBA, but the neutral zone trap refused to go away. But that's not how it used to be when Gordie Howe was the MVP, in a Red Wing coat his contract guaranteed and a love for the game just like you and me. And while the Phoenix Coyotes break new ground, The Golden Jet is nowhere to be found. The player-owner meetings were adjourned, no verdict was returned. And while Bill and Ted can't get off the mark, we all reminisce about Brad Park, and we dreamed of shinny in the dark, the day that hockey died. (Chorus) I met a girl who loved Garry Unger and the Blues and I asked her for some happy news. But she just smiled and turned away. I went down to the sacred Forum, where I once watched Guy Lafleur perform. But now it's just a mall where movies play. And in the streets the children screamed, Leaf fans cried and the poolies dreamed. But not a word was spoken, when Steve Moore's neck was broken. And the three men I admire most, The Great One, Orr and Mario, they caught the last train for the coast, the day that hockey died. And they were singin', Bye-Bye to Cujo and Tie. Drove my Zamboni to the rink but the ice had gone dry. And Bob and Gary better open their eyes. 'Cause this will be the day the game dies, THIS WILL BE THE DAY THE GAME DIES!