Once hailed as Flyers cornerstones,
they moved on across three time zones.
And with L.A.’s Kings,
they won themselves rings
to frustrated Flyers fans’ moans.
Of the old Flyers guard, the first
to lift the prized Cup with a burst
was Simon Gagne,
whose spirited play
had him, in Philly love, immersed.
Gagne’s best years, in orange and black,
saw him showcase a big-moment knack —
Game Seven in Boston,
with other goals tossed in.
The titles were all that did lack.
Justin Williams, one Cup on his plate,
once was Gagne’s Flyers teammate.
He left and played well,
a Flyers fan’s hell.
In orange, he wasn’t bad. But not great.
Mike Richards once donned Philly’s “C.”
He was the next Bob Clarke to be.
But he got traded, too,
as rumors then flew
about how immature he could be.
Richards’ party partner in crime,
Jeff Carter left at the same time.
He was simply not clutch.
At least, that is the crutch
fans use to make their two cents a dime.
But in L.A., Carter found his role,
scoring what was the Cup-winning goal.
Wearing orange and black,
these players missed their crack.
But their Kings ransom stirs Philly’s soul.