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Tuesday, August 08, 2006

hockey

On Wednesday, October 4th, 2006, my life shall begin again. When the puck drops that night at the RBC Center, the Caniac nation will rejoice, and begin the long, tiring quest for the Stanley Cup all over again, starting with the Buffalo Sabres. How will one know if they have caught the disease of redneck hockey? Your hands will sweat, your heart will pound, your stomach will churn, and when Brind'Amour, Staal, or Williams slams a shot to the back of the net, you'll experience a high better than any pharmaceutical or herbal remedy. You'll immediately spot the tucked-in number 17 jersey of the captain, you'll search for braces of any kind in a state of panic. As the game plays on, your temper may get the best of you, and you will drink a few beers to calm yourself. In your pleasantly buzzed state, the trash talk comes out. Lucky for me, I manage to trash talk in either drunk or sober states. After the game, you'll do one of two things- if we win, you'll go party at a sports bar, getting drunk til the barkeep kicks you out; if we lose, you'll go mope at a sports bar, getting drunk til the barkeep kicks you out. Ah, for the love of the game...

"Hockey players have fire in their hearts and ice in their veins." (Author Unknown)

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