TECHNICALITIES

OK so I had a bone to pick with the so called almighty Square Pants last night during our regular round of golf. He had promised me a win, and I wanted some answers. Being the ever so powerful and knowledgeable being he is, he corrected me and got off on a technicality. If I may quote from my post yesterday:

[i]… Brisebois is back in the line-up, replacing our (currently) only defensive liability Gorges…[/i]

A scratched player, mainly Bouillon, due to the cheapo hit in the dying seconds of overtime against the Pens was an unexpected part of the equation. The almighty, being as virtuous as he is, felt bad for leaving me high and dry and assured me he would make it up on Saturday against the Mapleturds.

With that said, what kind of a lazy, uninspired, down right poopooesque first period was that! :blink: I was hoping we could go through the whole season without having to do this, but 11 games in to the season, I am left with no other choice.

[b]HeeeeeeeeeeeeeerE's Jerry!:[/b] here’

[i]Last year I decided to make a small skating rink in the back yard. With some help from the neighbours, we put together a half size rink, with boards and everything! It proved to be a great idea and entertained us all winter.

I’m thinking back to a particular event. It was a snow covered Saturday morning; with no one to be seen on the roads. It was peaceful, and beautiful. Out of nowhere popped out a squirrel. I recognized this squirrel. This was the squirrel that ripped apart my BBQ cover, and tore the filter off the top of my deep fryer to feast on the sweet juicy vapors of fries, fish sticks, onion rings and stuffed jalapeño peppers. Lets call this squirrel, for argument sake, Jerry. Jerry cost me a new BBQ cover and a new deep fryer. I did not like Jerry.

I saw Jerry hop and skip through the snow. He was trying to get to a half eaten hot dog on the other side of the rink, and decided to take a short cut through the rink. Little did he know squirrels can’t skate.

Jerry stepped on to the rink, took three steps and then began to flop around the ice like Hashek makes saves. The poor thing had no idea what was going on and was frantically flopping his little feet about trying to get a grip, bouncing back and forth off the boards like a little furry puck on a ice hockey table. I watched him go through this fish on ice routine for about 15 minutes before I decided to go down and “help” him out of the rink. Poor Jerry must have been so tired, and hungry for that hot dog. That would explain why he took the poison right out of my hand. That was the end of Jerry.

There is a moral to this story. That little furry rabies carrying it devil I call Jerry showed more energy on the ice that the whole HABS team last night, and that’s all that needs to be said about that game.[/i]