"World Cup of Hockey"
the hat is great swag;
for it came coupled
with a matching gym bag.
But overbooked times call
for desperate measures;
our puck fundraiser
needed personalized treasures.
I called Dr. Ed,
who knows several Devils;
and hoped that he'd help
crank up our raffling levels.
So
Jamie Langenbrunner
signed my hat for donation,
fulfilling our team's
tricky tray obligation
The very next night
we gathered twenty score;
Jamie's sign was hotter
than the same from Bobby Orr.
As the tickets piled up
my lack of hat I lamented;
Secret plans to return it
I quietly fomented.
Two sheets of tickets
the transaction transpired;
I'd use Andrew Jacksons
for my most hat desired
My son made deposits
of a Hamilton or two,
with hopes of an autograph
or a stick that was new.
"Time for the drawings,"
the crowd grew hysterical;
our raffle stubs were clutched
in their order, numerical.
"Eight one three six"
sounded sweeter than nectar,
for my son had landed
the coveted CCM Vector
Then he won again! A stick,
three tapes and socks that soak stink,
our prizes had taken us
from red to black ink!
Despite our collection
of gear so financial,
what I really wanted
had sentiment substantial.
When it drew time,
results were most quick,
an "eight one three six"
scored my returning hat trick.
So ended our night,
on the air spirits floatin';
driving home with the mark
of a fine Minnesotan.
Such a lid! Indelibly signed
by a Brunner who's Langen,
and so with great pride
on my melon it's hangin'.
With great apologies to Dr. Seuss and greater thanks to Dr. Ed, Jamie Langenbrunner, Kelly DiNorcia and the New Jersey Devils Youth Hockey Club