last night before my hockey game, aisha came over and we headed out to thai away home for a little dinner. and i suspect that today, since she took a 'mental health' day, that she's at home snacking on pad thai and green curry with her kid....them's the good times.
at the bomber game last night, we were having a tough go of it early on, maybe because we figured we should just walk over the other team based on our hammering of them last time or, the lines were changed-up and people were playing with different people, or...i dunno...but the second and third periods were a lot better...we ended-up winning 8-2 which included the first ever bomber penalty shot. i blocked a shot at the blue line and was away down the ice towards their goal and was hooked a few times and then eventually tackled by the defenceman....the ref called a penalty shot and i was a little less than thrilled. i score a few goals here and there but they're game goals, fast shots during play, not one on one goals. to make it worse there were five guys up in the bar watching as i was about to start in on the goalie...nice. an audience. i won't bore you any more with the sorry details but in the end he gave me an opening short side and i scored. the first bomber penalty shot. nice.
marc 'mittens' belke scored as well last which was a great way to finish up before he heads off to smithers to make his radio debut. tornack let it be known had a four point night...one goal and three assists. nice work.
ok. to this fuckin' weather. how's a guy suppose to cut lawns with this shit ging on. and, according to the weatherman and my weather 'widgit', it's suppose to be nice right fuckin' now. bullshit. maybe tomorrow.
g. xo
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I'm totally giving you the big foam finger right now. The nice, sportsy one.
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