Guy LaFleur, aka "the flower", was incredibly talented back in the day. I can only imagine he was called the flower because of his streaming gold hair that floated behind him as he flew down the ice. Must have been mesmerizing, and probably smelled like lilacs. So mesmerizing, in fact, that competitors likely resorted to poorly thought out threats like the ones from White Goodman "You're going down, LaFleur! You're going down like a sweet muffin!". If I were a defenseman, I'd definitely tell him to "cram it up your cramhole LaFleur" moments before a hit. 'Cause you can't mess with that kind of talent. And you definitely can't mess with flowers. God looks down on people who mess with his flowers.
-bruiser