My son-in-law, Tim, is now out of the will. Why? Let me go back and I’ll begin at the beginning of what led to his downfall.
I have not played hockey since 1976. I have not watched, listened to or read anything about hockey since 1976. That changed a few weeks ago when the super of the complex we live in approached me and asked if I would like to get into the building hockey pool – ten bucks a pop. I thought, “Why not, I might get lucky and win a hundred or so.”
A couple of days later the super came to me with a bucket containing a bunch of folded pieces of paper and told me to go ahead and draw one. I did. I drew Carolina Hurricanes. Truthfully I had never heard of them. “Not a bad pick,” says he to me.
Wouldn’t you know it, the Hurricanes blew Boston away. I remember Boston. Jerry Cheevers was in net, Bobby Orr on defence and I think Derrick Sanderson was playing then too. They were not playing now.
I’m on my way to the cup thinks I. Next match up was the Penguins. Who couldn’t beat a team with that stupid name?? Game one and the Hurricanes lost. It was then that my son-in-law comes into the picture. “Don’t worry, dad, Carolina always lose the first game. They are grinders.” When they lost the second game I called and asked for some reassurance that it was just a fluke. “Don’t worry, dad,” he says, “they are going to eat the Penguins.”
After losing the third game I had the sinking feeling that the Penguins were going to turn the Hurricanes in to a light puff of wind, a footnote to the 2009 Stanley Cup. Or is it Grey Cup. Whatever. “They should be able to hammer this team,” dad, “don’t give up on them.”
Last night they lost. Wiped out in four games straight. I have yet to hear from my son-in-law. I expect my daughter to call and see if she is still in the will. I have to think about it. Maybe her sister and her husband will get it all. Unless, of course, son-in-law Jim takes me on a skunked fishing trip.
I have not played hockey since 1976. I have not watched, listened to or read anything about hockey since 1976. That changed a few weeks ago when the super of the complex we live in approached me and asked if I would like to get into the building hockey pool – ten bucks a pop. I thought, “Why not, I might get lucky and win a hundred or so.”
A couple of days later the super came to me with a bucket containing a bunch of folded pieces of paper and told me to go ahead and draw one. I did. I drew Carolina Hurricanes. Truthfully I had never heard of them. “Not a bad pick,” says he to me.
Wouldn’t you know it, the Hurricanes blew Boston away. I remember Boston. Jerry Cheevers was in net, Bobby Orr on defence and I think Derrick Sanderson was playing then too. They were not playing now.
I’m on my way to the cup thinks I. Next match up was the Penguins. Who couldn’t beat a team with that stupid name?? Game one and the Hurricanes lost. It was then that my son-in-law comes into the picture. “Don’t worry, dad, Carolina always lose the first game. They are grinders.” When they lost the second game I called and asked for some reassurance that it was just a fluke. “Don’t worry, dad,” he says, “they are going to eat the Penguins.”
After losing the third game I had the sinking feeling that the Penguins were going to turn the Hurricanes in to a light puff of wind, a footnote to the 2009 Stanley Cup. Or is it Grey Cup. Whatever. “They should be able to hammer this team,” dad, “don’t give up on them.”
Last night they lost. Wiped out in four games straight. I have yet to hear from my son-in-law. I expect my daughter to call and see if she is still in the will. I have to think about it. Maybe her sister and her husband will get it all. Unless, of course, son-in-law Jim takes me on a skunked fishing trip.
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