T-shirt #221: Worcester Irish Music Festival

My mom got me this shirt when I went with the fam to the, you guessed it, Worcester Irish Music Festival back in June (see blog here: http://davestshirts.blogspot.com/2010/06/t-shirt-164-upei-dept-of-athletics.html). Tonight, the fam and I are going to see Cynthia MacLeod (www.cynthiamacleod.com) play on her home turf at Brackley Beach.

Speaking of beaches, it wasn’t much of a beach day on The Island today. It was cool and cloudy, and showered on and off most of the day. My dad managed to get in a round of golf while I had lunch with my mom at Beanz (www.beanzespressobar.com), a nice treat because I hadn’t eaten there in a while. After lunch I was successful in picking up a couple of the no-bounce hockey balls that had become harder to find down in the US. Game on!

I do love Irish/Celtic music and hockey. Both are a pretty big part of my life. So, what could be better than a song that combines them both? Here’s Great Big Sea’s Helmet Head, one of my favorites…

I was just seventeen, when I made the AHL

I couldn't skate in junior, but my fists rang like a bell.

I'll never win a title, and I'll never win the cup,

But when it comes to ladies, I've had the best of luck.

My first one was a sly one, hanging round the rink,

But they sent me off to Cornwall, as fast as you could blink,

In Moose Jaw I was right in love, the daughter of the coach -

He traded me for nothing, didn't take to my approach.

So good-bye, fare thee well,

There's no time for delay,

You'll see me at the face-off, or catch the play-by-play

So good-bye, fare thee well,

I'm glad you shared my bed,

But never trust a fellow with a helmet on his head.

Chantal was from Moncton, elle a jouer avec moi.

A tongue as sharp as razors, but she had a fancy car.

Her husband was a bruiser, played senior in Quebec,

If he'd had the rights of it, it would have been my neck.

Nancy couldn't watch me fight, she'd always be in tears,

Waving from the bleachers, and screaming in my ears,

Dee I should have married, and we had a dandy fling,

But I had a one way contract, blew the money for the ring.

I should have sent a letter, and it would have been polite,

But I'm cleaning out my locker, and time is getting tight.

I'm calling from the station, perhaps another day,

Cause they're calling up a rookie, and they're trading me away.