Everything reminds me of hockey. The ice machine is a vertical Zamboni that produces frozen water of Verizon Center quality. Ham reminds me of Canada, America's hat and farm system for current team. Tomato soup reminds me of the DNA cesspool that rinks become during a game involving anybody from New York or Pennsylvania. I ran into a a tree today and I wanted "A" out of instinct to lift the stick.
Still, I press on, and hope for the day that I can yell at people skate into other people at full speed, berating them for their lackluster play while I sip a beer and lose my breath if I sit up too fast.
Still, I press on, and hope for the day that I can yell at people skate into other people at full speed, berating them for their lackluster play while I sip a beer and lose my breath if I sit up too fast.
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