Watching a hockey game is the same to a man,as a Women watching Desperate Housewives.

Rumour; has it the

"Team"

is looking for any or all players that can

 look good in a certain uniform??

If they are able to skate and pass a puck,its a bonus.!!

My friend sent this to me to cheer me up,what a pal. ?? That's, what friends are for.!!
just when you thought you were down and up, a kind gesture.
Man, I am tooo lucky.

http://www.bergerbytes.ca/2012/03/starch-gone-from-leafs/

Yes, I know it’s a bold statement from a guy in a cave who only ventures out certain days to bring the beer, munchies and pepperettes essential for game watching. It’s a tough job but it can only be done by the caveman. This is my full time profession now.


And mind you it’s a long time to game time but there are chores to be done and things to get fixed, cleaned and stowed away. I know the wife and kids don’t understand the fuss but come game time all other activities cease to exist.


You have to put all your energy into the game and begin to cheer the home team even though they are down by 2 goals in the 1st period and its only been 10 minutes. That’s going to be a lot of hooting and hollering’ and cussing, clearly no place for decent folk.

And to keep order in the cave, only faithful people are invited that cheer the same team. The brother-in-law ain’t invited, even if he was the sole owner of the team in question.

During the intermission we regroup and diagram the next tactic, just like on survivor, we try and think out what the coach is thinking and you know he is way off when it comes to the game. His thoughts ain’t like ours, he must know something we don’t.

I, guess that’s my he gets paid the big bucks. So, as the game progress’s not so the cavemen. We seem to retreat back to guttural sounds and universal hand gestures just like other people at hockey games on TV, so are we replicating them or they copying us?.

As the game draws to a close, we are all washed-out, our emotions on a alcoholic high and if our team won or lost seems to be irrelevant now as they shuffle out the back door. The faithful mates pick them up and drag them home, with moans and groans of a game they can’t remember or care about until tomorrow.

Guess, what our team plays tomorrow.

Life is simple again and all is well, until my wife asks, “hey, what the hell do you jack ass’s do in that room of yours”?. The neighbors was asking about the funny noises.

I thought all them were in bed, after all it was after 8:00 o’clock??? And dark??. I guess someone opened the windows and doors, it was getting warm with all the gesticulating..

I, say if they asking questions, then they don’t support our team, and they don’t need to know and they should mind your own business and move along. Some things are best left alone especially, those ham-fisted cave people. Amen.

*this was written after a spirited game and as I was slipping into a malted beverage miasma as this thought occurred to me to write while I was still clairvoyant. Well, I did ??, so how did I do?

**our team got the shit beat outta them last night. Its was awful. It was so bad that the cave was the quietest its ever been and the consumption of beer was nil and those who drank theirs slowly it was like drinking donkey piss, it was that warm. Oh, yes a sad night. Amen,again.

***our team lost again to-night. We started to cheer for other team,no use crying in the beer any more.

Its clear as hell,our team is a practise team for other players to hone their skills.

You need to fire-up the whole team and start over, or is it fire the whole team and start over say with the Marlie's perhaps.. Amen.

So, from here on we have to choose Another team to cheer towards the cup and then follow hopefully a Canadian Team to bring the cup home.

if i have offended anyone with my rabble,please don't take it personally,I am miffed.