My job's to stop the puck. Whether I'm here [with the Hawks] in Norfolk or in Boston, it doesn't matter.

We're pleased people are so anxious to affiliate themselves with Boston.

When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk.

The wild hawk stood with the down on his beak And stared with his foot on the prey.

She rears her young on yonder tree; She leaves her faithful mate to mind 'em; Like us, for fish she sails to sea, And, plunging, shows us where to find 'em. Yo, ho, my hearts! let's seek the deep, Ply every oar, and cheerly with her, While slow the bending net we sweep, God bless the fish-hawk and the fisher.

No marvel, an it like your majesty, My Lord Protector's hawks do tower so well; They know their master loves to be aloft And bears his thoughts above his falcon's pitch.