Old Time Hockey

It's midnight

I just got back from playing hockey. Good Old Fashioned hockey like Eddie Shore and Toe Blake.

It was hot as hell in Chicago tonight, and the air conditioning in the rink was broken. It was kind of like skating on a pond, an unfrozen pond.

But you know the whole ordeal, the skating, the stickhandling, icings, power play, penalty kill, offsides, all that kind of bullshit.

Then I went to a bar called Potato Creek Johnny's with a couple wingers and a goalie. I'm a defenseman in case you were wondering.

Apparently it was karaoke night, which of course I wasn't informed of before I agreed to go. So we drank cheap pitchers and watched chicks with tatoos sing watered down Def Leppard covers, if such a thing exists, and talked about hockey related things that would probably be of no interest to you, like who scored what goal and who punched who in the face.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that we won.

Goodnight