Gold Medal Blues Poem by John F. McCullagh

Please hide the newspapers-and turn off the news.

Please, nobody talk. I’ve got the gold medal blues.

No radio talk show can cure what I got.

Why couldn’t Sid hit the post with that shot?





America’s team gave it their best

We beat those Canadians on the first test.

We out skated the Swiss, steamrollered the Finns-

yet only got Silver for all of our wins.





Though we were the home squad it all seemed so wrong

The crowd in attendance was booing our song.

They dressed all in red, waved the maple leaf flag

One fan looked like Celine Dionne in drag.



Luongo, their goalie, was playing at home

While he made basic stops he did not look that strong.

The American goalie did more to impress

With grace under pressure- no hint of distress



J.P. Parise’s boy gave us some hope

with time running out it was tied like a rope.

But sudden death hockey well deserves its name

Crosby’s second chance shot quickly ended the game





Please hide the newspapers-and turn off the news.

Please, nobody talk. I’ve got the gold medal blues.

No radio talk show can cure what I got.

Why couldn’t Sid hit the post with that shot?