So we played the good ol' hockey game last Thursday. It happens to be a late game, 11:00 start. That'll definitely cut into a fella's drinkin' time. 7 of us and (luckily) the goalie show up. The drunken one with water bottle responsibilities happened to be one of those presently absent at the time.

7 skaters and 0 water bottles... priceless.

The first period starts and Sir Stevie takes a minor for interference. He disagrees with the call using the usuall expletives that a rec leaguer will use from time to time. It turns out that the ref doesn't like swear word, I guess and gives him a game the ref doesn't like the colloqual expressions and gives him a game misconduct.

Great Scott, mostly out of curiosity, inquires why the ref booted his buddy, using the word usage as said buddy.

And then there were 5.

So, for 2 and a half periods the drunken Devils are left with 5 skaters. Just the one line and no water bottles.

The spelling bee champs, the Fantoms (who we normally have no trouble beating) were not as sympathetic to our dilemma as we would have liked them to be. They didn't seem to mind rolling the lines and going at us full blast.

We finished the game with a 9-0 loss, but we finished the game. Congrats, Devils... all six of us. And thanks for coming out, Mom.