Well?

I'm willing to talk about it. Anyone else interested?

Sorry, Mad Dog. Can't stand hockey.

Me either. Table Tennis maybe.

Not into it, either. If you're into it, that's fine.

Come gather around, lads...as I sit in my rocker, smoke my pipe and recall my Five Grudges Against Hockey

1-- the coach from the local team once said, of the Broncos, in spring 1997: "hey eh, I don't know mooch aboot football, eh.. but I don't want our team to choke like they did, eh". Cock-goblin.

2-- About 6 years ago, buddies and I used to play trivia, religiously, at a bar downtown. One week, some unscheduled hockey promo took over the place, complete with their ass-clown fans who wore pom-poms under their hats. Whoever was sponsoring it placed all of their PA equipment on top of the trivia soundsystem and equipment. Even though trivia was cancelled, our new pal Spike the Trivia Guy had to wait all night until the hockey guys left so he could get HIS PA system back.

3-- Biggest one. Guy I Used to Work With, who turned EVERY conversation into "oh, it's like in hockey when.." or "this guy I played hockey with". Seriously, you could say "wow, it looks like we'll get hit with rain today" His response: "it's like in hockey, when you get sprinkled with bits of ice!". Huh? You had to control him in client meetings, because he'd try to relate EVERY objective to hockey... badly. This went on for the three years I worked with him. Best was his resume'-- he actually listed "Goalie" under one of his "job skills". Dumbshit played in a rec league.

4-- Took some broad ice skating in Evergreen once. Big outside lake. A coupla' full-grown douchebags were out there in their full goalie pads. That's... painfully retarded. We couldn't skate/make-out because these fartknockers had to have a pick-up full contact hockey game in the middle of a tourist attraction. You might see grown men playing football in a park. But NOT with shoulderpads and helmets.

5-- The Main Squeeze I Wanted to Marry Who's Now Dead went out with Marco Sturm of the Sharks before she met me. From what she told me, he was a complete dick. Asked her dad "how much ya' worth?"

Yep. I don't really care too much for sports where the back of jerseys look like Russian eye charts.

For whatever reason...and it's something to do with your choice of language...that's the funniest thing I've read all week

I'm a little late, but the cheese still stands alone. :(

(waves Lightning banner proudly)