I got a call late yesterday afternoon and it was a friend-of-a-friend who was looking for someone to play hockey in his league because a few guys couldn’t make it. Seeing as though the rink was less than 5 miles from my house, I accepted.

So anyway, I’d like to thank the guy on the other team who thought it was a 7th game of the Stanley Cup Finals and decided to hack me with his stick:

Is there anything more bizarre or frustrating than people who are so competitive that they feel like they have to do these type of things? Maybe competitive isn’t the right word. How about maniac? Some people are just not mentally prepared or mature enough to accept the fact that everyone out there playing has to work the next day, or that most of us are there to have fun and burn off some calories. I mean, is it that important? Oh well….

Song now playing: Tarbox Ramblers – “Columbus Stockade”