After news broke of the trade that sent Daymond Langkow to the Phoenix Coyotes this afternoon, I decided to bid farewell to a well-loved player the only way I know how: in rhyme. Read on after the jump for my tribute to Lanks.
You came to Calgary after the run
To replace Craig Conroy as Iggy's number one
After three twenty-goal seasons, your offence did spike
A centre who can score, what's not to like?
So we welcomed you in through the Saddledome door
But little did we know you'd become so much more
In your first season you continued to put up points
And fans of the Flames you did not disappoint
But the media, they had their doubts
"He's not a first line centre," echoed their shouts
We quickly learned to block out their screams
For you could score, defend, and play special teams
You rarely got hurt, and played through it when you did
With two broken hands, you still donned your lid
Then came that fateful day against Minnesota
Your luck was absent, not even one iota
The puck flew off of Ian White's stick
And hit your neck with the force of a brick
Chances of your return seemed slim
But you came back and helped your team win
The Flames missed the playoffs and the summer was long
But we were sure that in Calgary, you still did belong
As August drew to a close you were traded to the Desert
Where you will surely be rewarded for your effort
It won't be the same around here now that you're gone
After 392 games, your memory lives on
Whether we like it or not, Lee Stempniak is here
And lucky for us, it's his contract year
So long Lanks, you'll be missed.