Boys took out Charlotte last evening, good game... a few scraps. It's unfortunate that the few folks we asked knew little (and seemed to care little) about Caponigri's status after zonking his head on the ice - be well Paul. Everyone avoided Worrell like the plague, I think the only person I saw ride him on the boards was Roche, which was surprising, but good for him for not treating the guy differently than any other player. He didn't seem too into the game anyhow (Worrell that is). Too bad we don't still have JT here, that would have been a hell of a fight.
While Beff didn't win Satin and Vixen a holiday ham, she did manage to score a pack of franks. We're having Christmas dinner at my place after all *smile* Some of the entertainment and post game things this season are rather comical, but it puts cheesey grins on everyone's faces.
Special thanks to Steve and Matt who hauled all the way up from Charlotte. Nice meeting you gentlemen. Sorry our town is a bit dead on weeknights, but I hope you enjoyed the huge-ass taco and the projectile hurling conversation.
Slipster passed this along, I've seen it in years past, but it's worth a second smile. Proceed with caution as it is a bit explicit, but in all the right ways.
"Cause you can't take that stuff to Canada. No you can't take it anywhere. -Low"
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