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>   Back by popular demand, it's The HOCKEY-L "Ode to Joy" !!  Several list-
> members objected when I originally posted this on Valentine's Day several
> years ago, but nary a peep has been heard in subsequent years.  Sooooo, I've
> decided to post it once again for your amusement in the light-hearted spirit
> I'd always intended.  For all you HOCKEY-L veterans: Try it Again, For the
> First Time :-)  For all the new-comers .... Enjoy !!  Flame *ME* (not the
> list) if you're offended - hopefully we can come to some understanding with-
> out dragging all of HOCKEY-L into it.  Some hateful speech should be self-
> censored, but IMHO the following anecdote is far from that.
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>     For many years the Boston "Phoenix" would publish a special section
> on/around St. Valentine's Day that chronicled reader testimonials of Cupid's
> hits and misses.  The following excerpt appeared a few years ago, and was
> sent to me by a friend in Boston whose first date with his future bride
> included a UNH hockey game, and who together still plan their winter social
> calendar around the Wildcat icemen.  I think we *all* know people (of both
> sexes) who could have written the following:
>
>     "I blame it all on a goddamn college hockey game.  Oh, sure, you're
> thinking, maybe I should blame myself.  Well, the hell with all of you.
>
>      The light of my life, she was - or so I'd convinced myself over the
> space of the three weeks we'd been taking the same political history course.
> Our eyes met during a lecture on Grover Cleveland, and I was hooked.  I
> asked her out for a beer after class; she mentioned that she had an extra
> ticket to that night's game against St. Lawrence.  At the time, I understood
> less about hockey than I did about Grover Cleveland, but so what ??  I would
> be with HER.
>
>      That night, I learned that the St. Lawrence icemen are known to one
> and all as the 'Larries'; for all I knew, there could have been a bunch of
> Moes and Curleys down there too.  The problem was .... *she* knew.  Worse
> yet, she CARED.  And she was appalled that I didn't.  Which is why she then
> launched into a lengthy and aggressively condescending discourse on the
> subtle differences between cross-checking, spearing, and aggravated assault,
> intermittently punctuated by her emphatic observation that the referee was,
> as she put it, a 'blind motherf**ker.'  All hope vanished at the moment she
> realized that I didn't count Snooks Kelley as one of the five greatest
> inspirations of my life; her lips were silent, but her eyes said 'wimp city.'
>
>      Dreams die hard - but none so hard as those shattered by a bunch of
> hyperthyroidal Canadians with knives on their feet and sticks in their hands.
> Goddamn college hockey game.  Maybe I'll become a priest ...."
>
>     Well, *I'd* sure like to meet her .... !!   Cheers, Jim
>
> Jim Love (*grin*)
> [log in to unmask]
> Go 'Cats
>
How can anyone object to this?  This is the first time that I've
seen this, and I love it!  Of course, I've had former girlfriends
become aggravated at my love and devotion to the game (and to Hormone-Ball).
 
later
 
jd
on wisCAHNsin!