Conversation with Sam and cetera
Bryan (points with toe to ice cube on the floor): We'll need to pick up that one...
Sam: Okay. (Picks up ice cube.) You know, if you just kick them under the counter, they melt and then evaporate.
Bryan: Well, that's not what we want to do.
Sam: It's just that you're old and conservative and set in your ways. You should be more open to new experiences and ideas.
You may wish to know how my last hockey game went. Or perhaps not, but I'm telling you anyway:
I got called for hooking in the first period, which was baloney. Interference, maybe, but not hooking. I indicated to the official that I did not feel guilty of the infraction as called. He was unmoved.
Then the ref made (what appeared to be a deliberate) non-call when I got taken out in their end. That happens sometimes when you whine too much -- all of a sudden you can't get a call from the men in the stripes -- it's actually a fairly effective refereeing practice...
So to the point: we're tied 2-2 in the last period. I get knocked down in the slot* just as my teammate passes the puck into the middle. From my knees I snap a desperation shot at the goal, which finds its way thru traffic and into the back of the net for the game-winner with 6 seconds on the clock.
Great was our jubilation. And there was much rejoicing. Also, everybody cheered.
With the win, we locked up 4th place. Or possibly 5th, we're not sure. But not 6th. Which is nice, as there are only 6 teams in our division...
*that means in the area in front of the net
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