First game of the adult rec hockey league last night. The “Individuals” (a name that doesn’t really reflect the team aspect of play) came out shooting last night winning 7-0 over the opposition. Ok, I’ll grant you that they were a team of girls (should have seen that one coming with a name like “Hot Tamales”), but after playing against Sarah and her friends when I go home to Minnesota, I realize that I’m bad enough at hockey that sex doesn’t matter — a win’s a win. The Hot Tamales actually had a couple guys on their team, but they were mostly composed of the UIUC women’s club team — they even wore their same jerseys. Next week we’re up against the formatable Ice Dogs who, ironically, are actually a roller hockey team that moved to ice for this league.
How many goals man? I’ll assume you had 6 of the 7 unless I hear otherwise.
you know the couple of dudes on the other team are being paid in sex for putting up for such a horrible team and their hormones.
As an odd coincidence, I was in Doug’s office today and it turns out his cubicle-mate “Joe” is on your team. I’ll keep what he said about your performance private. Shoe and Steve surely don’t need more ammo.
You know, I think I actually heard him talking to one of the guys about being in Chemistry. I was going to ask if he knew Doug, but then thought better of it, since I figured that the Chemistry dept. was large.
If you do end up asking about someone, make sure they don’t have a hispanic name like Jorge that you will pronounce “George”