Kings of Ice and Flame
Let's get one thing straight immediately: no, we do not build pools. We don't install tile. We don't do estimates on backyard renovations. We don't know a thing about filtration systems.
What we do know is how to make opposing teams cry so hard they could fill an Olympic swimming facility.
Born in the frozen heart of Bells Corners, the White Pool Builders emerged from Bell Arena like a local prophecy fulfilled—a team with a name so confusing, so magnificently absurd, that opponents would spend entire games wondering "Wait, are they contractors?" while we buried pucks past their bewildered goalies.
We're the White Pool Builders. We don't make pools. We fill them with tears.
Cry harder.
We're just getting started.
We have one goal: Make you cry. Not because we're mean.
Because it's art.
Every tear you shed is a trophy.
We've watched teams waddle in quacking with confidence and sink to the bottom.
We've witnessed golden pride turn into golden tides of sorrow.
White Pool Builders
We're not just a hockey team. We're a movement. A religion. A bunch of lunatics in Bells Corners who chose the best team name possible and decided to make it legendary.
So bang on the glass. Raise your fists to the rafters. Let the night realize:
White Pool Builders are the best.
And they will never. Ever. Die.